Don't say it's over
Cause that's the worst news I could hear
I swear that I will do my best to be here
jus the way you like it
Even though its hard to hide, push my feelings all aside
I will rearrange my plans and change for you.
If it's the beaches, if it's the beaches' sands you want
Then you will have them
If it's the mountains' bending rivers
Then you will have them
If it's the wish to run away, then I will grant it
Take whatever you think of while I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here.
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