8.The Fifties
I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces trying to
keep my senses. The only place I want to be is listening to
Elvis in your front seat, faking a life in the fifties. It's not
that I lied, it's just hard to say that I tried. I just think
that it's about time that I stopped falling for every beautiful
set of brown eyes just like your brown eyes.
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