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Left wishin that kissin could be restored,

missin the days she walked through my door,

staring at the prettiest pair of dice,

that immediately take me to paradise,

with solar power i'll be a sprinter,

not a winner cause i love winter,

only cause when i have that perfect girl,

the city becomes our perfect snow world,

curves that keep me thinkin and figurin out how

she could again keep me from sinkin somehow,

maybe it's true i put too much hope in her,

but she was always perfect, no need to be thinner,

no need to be bigger she was ideal,

don't pull the trigger, this can't be real,

missing a pair of eyes that i used to see,

take me to paradise one more time please.