I need to find the words that cover every angle of your face
I need to find the words, before I run out of things to say
See it's easy to write about you, cause you're the killer of my pain
Now I'm not scared of the rain
I wish you knew
Oh how I wish you knew
I wish you thought what I think of you
Forever here to remind you
Forevermore
Forevermore
I have nowhere to go, but with you I always find an escape
I have nowhere to go, but with you I'll always find my place
It's easy to love you cause you're the breath inside my lungs
You're the one I'll always want
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Frankie Martinelli
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