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I hold onto everything that i cherish,
all the days off like Ferris,
and one nighters in a girl like Paris,

still i feel outta place but can't seem,
to get as happy as i am when i dream,
not exactly sure what that means,

all i know is that my heart is in a little town,
with a girl who is never around,
unless my texts are on loud she never makes a sound,

my dreams are with a blonde laying asleep,
the amount piles up until there's a heap,
only way to navigate them all is in a jeep,

but my mind is with a brunette from the past,
was always around but never in last,
the one who put my heart in a cast.