Photographs of you
The floor is a mess with my things
My jeans, my shoes
A voice called in the dead of the night
I heard it before, it never warns
We love to smell roses
There are no roses without thorns
And I have loved
And I do
Still I love... You... You
Outside autumn leaves
Lightly kiss the ground
What once was luscious green
Now is gorgeous brown
And I have loved
And I do
Still I love... You... You
Simply living room scene Photographs of you The floor is a mess with my things My jeans, my shoes A voice called in the dead of the night I heard it before, it never warns We love to smell roses There are no roses without thorns And I have loved And I do Still I love... You... You Outside autumn leaves Lightly kiss the ground What once was luscious green Now is gorgeous brown And I have loved And I do Still I love... You... You Explain Request ×
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