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Love, I don't know what makes you move
I don't know what makes you move
In these photographs
Love, I stare at these polaroids
I stare at these polaroids
And you're staring back
Deep sleep, aviation
In conversations with constellations
Midnight, trepadation
The detonation of self-deprecation
Ooo, I don't need you anore
Ooo, I don't need you anymore
But love, when I close my eyes
I'm lying next to you
And I don't want memories
To fade like pictures do
In these picture frames
Love, I don't know what makes you laugh
I don't know what makes you laugh
In these sepia tones
Love, I can't help but make believe
I can't help but make believe
That you're coming home
White noise, meditation
A hesitation to change the station
Radio, resuscatation
A suffocation in contemplation
Ooo, I don't need you anymore
Ooo, I don't need you anymore
Someone I once knew
In these picture frames