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Park Bench

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Your hair in the moonlight
it's such a cliche
but now I understand
what those dead guys meant
In my head, you are with me
sitting on a park bench
our hands are intertwined
and I find myself shy
you say don't hold back now
just let me come in
I won't try to hurt you
maybe you'll even be happy
but we'll never know
if you don't jump into the lake
sure, there are sharks,
but i'll be there, too





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