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Title is blatantly a kind of like spitting rip off...
Seventy degrees, bourbon in the backseat. Only once had I shot whiskey. Were you impressed? You were half asleep outside the party on the front steps. Champagne was on my breath. Innocents out the window, on the rooftop, on the edge... I would kill to see that bleak skyline again. Let's pretend that I've been dreaming. Lets pretend that I am dead. (I've said too much... I've said enough.) I'd kill to see that photograph again, and I'd die to get to hold onto that feeling. Let's pretend that we both never met, and then meet again. What memory of you and me should I keep? 'cause this is it.