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Pillow perfect, i die next to you everynight, in our bed. I wonder what life you live, when we arent dreamin. Do you drive along the east coast, or do i really just need you most. . . days when its time to grow up? Breakfast is hardest in winter cus in our hearts its always summer in Delaware. . . Where does your corpse reside? Im a sailor of the broken arrow coast, when do you miss me most?