drag me out to a deserted island with a guitar, an iPod, and a glass of water, and we can call it quits. you know, i used to stare at the door for hours hoping against hope that you'll walk through that door. i guess there's no use for that now. what use is there when hope is actually gone?
"this mix can burn a hole in anyone, but it was you i was thinking of."
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