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Bluelighter
When it rains think of me
touching your face, in a moment lost in eachother's eyes
souls connecting like we had done for years.
Timeless moments that we remember
that I am not sure can ever be made again.
When it rains think of me
Sunday Mornings, reading the newspaper together,discussing world events with our coffee's in hand, still in bed.
Saturday nights laying on the livingroom floor, lights down low, playing music and discussions of World War II, giggling at such the silliest things.
When it rains think of me, and how you try to mold me, you try to make me stronger, of who I was becoming and who I am still being.
Am I everything you thought I would be, or am I stronger then you ever thought I could be?
If so when it rains think of me
touching your face, in a moment lost in eachother's eyes
souls connecting like we had done for years.
Timeless moments that we remember
that I am not sure can ever be made again.
When it rains think of me
Sunday Mornings, reading the newspaper together,discussing world events with our coffee's in hand, still in bed.
Saturday nights laying on the livingroom floor, lights down low, playing music and discussions of World War II, giggling at such the silliest things.
When it rains think of me, and how you try to mold me, you try to make me stronger, of who I was becoming and who I am still being.
Am I everything you thought I would be, or am I stronger then you ever thought I could be?
If so when it rains think of me
