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[littboi]

[littboi]

Lonely late night of summer filled with thoughts

[littboi]

ALL OUR PIECES

There was a song that we used to play

It was the song about you and me

Now we are running like

criminals at large

Not knowing when and where we ever were charged

All the pieces of the happiness

Scattered around like the wind of discontent

We gather up but they just don’t seem to fit

There was soul that we used to hold

Yeah That soul that we called our own

There was a dream that we used to believe

Lovers in the love was a beautiful cause to live

Now that we are stretching out

In a dark new night

Going our separate ways

Gone our separate ways

Time for one last goodbye

Yeah time for one last cry

Like we were destined to vanish

Like we were destined to vanish.

(LitBoi.)