I’m the backseat driver of this hearse. I’m the echo inside your head. The one you hear when you go to bed. I live to love you, I’ll die to haunt you.
You wont forget me
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I’m the backseat driver of this hearse. I’m the echo inside your head. The one you hear when you go to bed. I live to love you, I’ll die to haunt you.
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