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Scott The Musical Letters From Long Island

hold me like you mean it, like your afraid of losing me... I whisper that I love you, and you tell me not to speak? Theres no proper way to grieve When these tears fall from

It?s gone from days, to weeks Since we would speak All of the words that we shared With one another Everything that I had said That would slowly Lead

senses; No rest can I find either night or day; In my silent slumber I start with wonder, Saying ?Moorluogh Mary, will you come away?? From Moorlough

[Motion City Soundtrack Cover] Midwest love affair I bend when I am bored Late night liquor blue Will lead me to the floor. Can we fake it? Can we make