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were at a quilted crossroad
why not lie there with me
and watch paper unicycles go by while listening to owl city
this doesnt feel real but i knew it was when a teardrop escaped from your cry
but luckily it fell and i caught it in the palm of my hand just in time
and right there you lay your pouted lips on mine and suddenly it felt like i was in 
summertime
it didnt feel like we were in a situation
i felt like we fell in love at the right destination
coz all our thoughts blew away with the wind
and then it felt like we couldnt lose the slot machine tripled win
and all that could have happened was if time froze
and on your body lay a rose
coz then its sleep time and the scene is set for a quilted crossroad....

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