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Whether I'm right or wrong,
There's no phrase that hits,
Like an ocean needs the sand,
Or a dirty old shoe that fits,
And if all the world was perfect,
I would only ever want to see your scars,
You know they can have their universe,
We'll be in the dirt designing stars.
There's no phrase that hits,
Like an ocean needs the sand,
Or a dirty old shoe that fits,
And if all the world was perfect,
I would only ever want to see your scars,
You know they can have their universe,
We'll be in the dirt designing stars.