This Distant Serenade.
This heat hits my neck and it's never felt so good. Remember the days when Fall Out Boy were more than just the scene and arm races. Romance isn't dead, I felt it at 2am this morning when your voice was the only thing piercing the darkness. Take me down to the waterfront and let me rest my head on your thoughts.
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