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[bodytext] => And she walked in Like the sun poking through the clouds It was like the music stopped playing like no one else was around My eyes they followed her as she walked Her sight was like a car crash It was hard not to watch My stereo was playing lucky boys confusion I was confused with how lucky I could be as she starting moving Over to the coach, where I sat with my guitar she said play me a song Fast forward to my car Riding past the neon signs trying to find a place to hide with my dreamgirl by myside screaming the lyrics to bright eyes it was the best time of my life something simple, something sweet And there we were like a perfect movie scene the kind where the guy gets the girl in the big city All I cared about was her and how to keep her by myside I wrote her songs, she sang along Her voice could make a grown man cry Sometimes when I/'/m alone and I/'/m running out of steam I take a second and remember all those perfect memories Like holding hands at warped tour Paddidle and movies at your house Endless laughs, and photographs of you posing on your couch Beach fires, and camping trips Clove cigarettes, the way you bit your lip I lost my favorite hat the one you used to always wear It/'/s strange how that hat always made me smile [comments] => 2 [counter] => 103 [topic] => 22 [informant] => pat346 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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