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fuck yeah i am still holding on making mountains out of molehills trading moments in for memories these days still mean everything to me days that could've so easily been ignored by you so many hours through scorching desert man, how can i say this without sounding like some cheesy Motley Crue song? so much of what we do driven by thoughts of you some names we'll never know your smiling, imperfect faces helping us along "are we almost there?" for thirty minutes while the whole world exists only in your eyes and war cries so much of our lives driven by thoughts of you and you and you there way in the back could it really be? still cannot believe that it's true... part of your day spent thinking of us waiting (just like i used to) for us to show up, plug in, and share with you our hearts and that twenty-hour drive turns into nothing at all and for that we must thank you From Letras Mania