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Nathan Sykes wrote: Everyday is like a blank page, you never know what is going to be written.
- Nathan Sykes, The Wanted.
hardly active here anymore, but hello! (▰˘◡˘▰)
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
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