Rose gold cheeks, with a smile that makes me weak
I met her by a chance encounter
I guess that's how the story goes
Distance burns a fire underneath my feet
She said she's going up into the North
And all I have is only twenty weeks
Just take me to the time where I lost my mind
Just put your hand in mine and we'll be alright
I want to say it's love, but I don't know what that is
And the last time I said it was love, she went and
Vanished right into the mist
I don't know how, but every word she speaks is gold
And I'm not fond of growing up
But i'd be fine with growing old with you
Just take me to the time where I lost my mind
Just put your hand in mine and we'll be alright
And oh, that's just how the story goes
But now, there's nothing left to show
Just take me to the time where I lost my mind
Just put your hand in mine and we'll be alright
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