A place behind the eyes
A place I've always dreamed of
A place where no one dies
And music from your child hood
See's the memories from your past
What was it you told me
When we met December last?
Boy you mean the world to her
You have to understand
Her heart is thin and fragile
and you hold it in your hand
Each other day expecting
But it never turns to blue
All these false alarms
I'd say she's probably in love with you
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