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VERSE 1<\/strong><\/p>\n The mountain top seems way too high VERSE 2<\/strong><\/p>\n Smoking handrolled cigarettes CHORUS<\/strong><\/p>\n I stay true to my memory Don\u2019t weep, I left you what I wrote VERSE 3<\/strong><\/p>\n You know the path, just walk back home CHORUS<\/strong><\/p>\n I stay true to my memory Don\u2019t weep, I left you what I wrote BRIDGE<\/strong><\/p>\n Just like the moon talks with the sun [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_4″ _builder_version=”4.19.1″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.6″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”Work Sans||||||||” text_text_color=”#FFFFFF” text_font_size=”18px” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n SONG LINKS:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u25ba<\/span><\/span> V\u00eddeo on Youtube<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n \u25ba<\/span><\/span> Music on Spotify<\/strong><\/p>\n \u25ba<\/span><\/span> Download Lyrics<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
I don\u2019t care about the view or the sky
Could be six years old or a hundred
It\u2019s not something that takes long to wonder
I would always choose your perfume
Over the smell of the grass<\/p>\n
Wondering if we\u2019ll live to remember or forget
All the laughs, all the cries, all the dreaming
All the stars we could see through the ceiling
All the candles we blew
Without taking a breath to look back<\/p>\n
And if that doesn\u2019t fade, honey
You and me, we\u2019ve lived
The cutest love story<\/p>\n
Along with a heart that never broke
This ain\u2019t the end
Skip for the next episode<\/p>\n
It\u2019ll be the same, I\u2019ll be there just not flesh and bone
To our song I\u2019ll keep singing along
While you wait for the sunset to come
I will drink no champagne
But my clothes will remain on your floor<\/p>\n
And if that doesn\u2019t fade, honey
You and me, we\u2019ve lived
The cutest love story<\/p>\n
Along with a heart that never broke
This ain\u2019t the end
Skip for the next episode<\/p>\n
They keep telling me I\u2019m done
I guess they think I am just too old to run
Yes, I\u2019ll run, but for tonight I\u2019ll just be waiting
Yes, I\u2019ll run, but for tonight I\u2019ll fall asleep
I will skip for the best part
Dream with a better heart
Or a superpower
Tomorrow you\u2019ll sit alone and count the hours
Tomorrow you\u2019ll talk about how the whole world could be ours
And yet, I\u2019ll just wish for some
Flowers\u2026 flowers\u2026<\/p>\n