Where would you move to ride out a potential WWIII?
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It’s five and I’m driving home again
It’s hard to believe that it’s my last time
The man on the wireless cries again
“It’s over, it’s over”
It’s late and I’m with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favorite song
Over and over
Dancing, with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing, with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
Don’t you do this to me, lemmy689. Don’t you hurt me with your heartfelt soliloquys and your lustful eyes
