focus: carpets
I should know who I am by now. I walk. The record stands somehow. Thinking of winter. Your name is the splinter inside me while I wait. And I remember the sound of your November downtown. And I remember the truth. A warm December with you but I don't have to make this mistake. And I don't have to stay this way.
I could've lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes. but I don't have to make this mistake
Joshua radin - winter
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