Andrew & Ashlee. I thought this would suffice as a decent birthday present, having failed to get stuff in the post on time. My friend Foxy seems to think it's about some kind of international sexing but it's actually just about good memories :) Jumping Into the river Caring less for the tide I could run 9 miles With you by my side Writing songs in the rain Make-up running down my face We left our favourite words In our favourite place Running for cover.. QUICK RUN! THERE'S A STORM! You could be a million miles away... But you'd be keeping me warm What did we look like? I can't say I cared, You had wrinkly toes, I had sea-water hair, and in the morning we would laugh, beneath our heavy heads, wonder who the fuck, how the fuck we got back to our beds?! I want to sleep on the roof tonight, come out from your dorm.. You could be a million miles away... but you'd be keeping me warm We almost drowned in the lake For the sake of our smiles, We had the front of a sailor, And the heart of a childs, Somehow we were athletes, We were sailors, we were stars, The music was blaring, And the whole world was ours They say lanky dancing is a new art form Well you could be a million miles away... but you'd be keeping me warm Today I need our goldfish, a golfcart and the sea, today I feel so mortal, without you playing games with me, tracing maps and atlases, now when I feel forlorn, running for cover, quick run there's a storm, and I heard lanky dancing, is a new art form You could be a ...
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