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When i can barely picture you, that'll be the day,

i either realize you were wrong or stay with okay,

the feeling will always survive, then again Jen,

how could a feeling always come just from men?

why can't you mean what you say and not play,

innocent until our last dying day,

the more beauty i see will make me step back,

cause i've been there and had that,

in the snow with my dreams driving home in a car,

with silence accompanying me quiet can only go so far,

until at just the right moment, during just the right dream,

i can close my eyes and die in a dream,

tires screech, wheels can spin,

the tree can smash the car paper thin,

nothing can destroy that last dream, that last second,

i replayed her smiling and blushing, then beckon.