At the end of it all, it still gets my heart racing.
Too familiar, but I could never get tired of it.
Lying to myself when I think I might want something different this time.
Awake into the night thinking about the next time - there must always be a next time.
How many colors and tastes can I force into one memory?
Omelets for days.
What did you think I was talking about?
Lying to myself when I think I might want something different this time.
Awake into the night thinking about the next time - there must always be a next time.
How many colors and tastes can I force into one memory?
What did you think I was talking about?
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