Here we are,
Staring straight into tomorrow's eye's.
(...)
We hold hands,
We take walks and talk,
And laugh about things.
I'll tell you what,
This could be the way,
That every day was meant to be.
I don't want to go,
I don't want to stay one night,
Or one day.
So i'll stay the rest of my life.
Michelle Featherstone - Rest of my life
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