Being in love with certain things
Wondering why they never cried when
their cats got eaten by the coyotes
Passing of time I'm setting my watch to chronograph
That's why I'm writing in these perfectly straight lines
I listened to that music for four
hours and it drove me mad in a good way
The northern lights were out the night we went to your house
But you were not there still everyone was there to see you
We all were dancing around on the hardwood
It pounds a deep bass through the house
We were rapping
We were rapping

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