Writing on these walls are the stories that I can't explain.
I leave my heart open bt it till remains empty for days
She told in the morning that she did feel same us in her bones.
It seems to me that when I die these words will be writing on my stone.
N I'll be gone, gone 2nyt the land beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holding on so tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time it's froo.zen.
The story of my life I ...
I spend her love until she's broke insi... de
The story of my life.

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