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midnight, driving till my eyes give up. headlights to your apartment. this ride, i've done about a thousand times, but it doesn't feel right here without you. it takes me back to windows down in ocean air, sunset eyes through messy hair. i miss chasing down the morning light and all those sleepless nights. i know that it's over but it's haunting me. like a ghost of the summer, i still see midnight drives and summer skin.
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