Once, by mistake,
she tore a map in half.
She taped it back, but crookedly.
Now all the roads ended in water.
There were mountains
right next to her hometown.
Wouldn't it be nice
if that were true?
I'd tear a map
and be right next to you.
Once, by mistake,
she tore a map in half.
She taped it back, but crookedly.
Now all the roads ended in water.
There were mountains
right next to her hometown.
Wouldn't it be nice
if that were true?
I'd tear a map
and be right next to you.
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