Things looked different somehow
And you looked like perfection in blue and gray
Eyes the fight mine for a place in a heart
All that wants to take me away
And let me rest on life not being as hard as it is today
If I gave you my hand
Would you promise to never let go?
Set dynamite to my walls
And blow them away
Leaving me as expose as I was made to be
In the garden of you and me
And life the way I always dreamed it to be
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