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I would rush home to you everyday

So High off of your love

A high with no ending, a high with no pain

I couldn’t imagine a life better than this

I was going home everyday to my love, my best friend

Flash forward to present day

There’s this feeling I get and it hasn’t seemed to go away 

When a glimpse of “normal” passes

And everything makes sense again

It’s my mind playing tricks on me,

I’m just wishing I’d be going home to my love, my best friend

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