I must have left my book back home
Maybe I should have locked you in
I keep hoping in this story
There is a hole I’ll see you in
I must have thought you’d escape
Maybe I’ll hold on to the key
Our little trip all night under the cypress trees
Our little trip was like a book of poetry (x 4)
I must be wrong felt like running
I lost the book with you locked in
I’ll never know how it ends
I’ll never hold you in my hands
I lost the book with you in
I’ll never know how it ends
I lost the book with you locked in
I’ll never hold you in my hands

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