Stop me on the corner. I swear you hit me like a vision I wasn’t expecting. But who am I to tell fate where it’s supposed to go with it? Don’t you blink, you might miss it. See we got a right to just love it or leave it. You find it and keep it cause it ain’t every day you get the chance to say: This is how it starts, lighting strikes the heart. It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun. It could be the stars, falling from the sky, shining how we want, brighter than the sun.
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