The story
A missing piece keeps fitting wrong until love names it
He stands with half a life in his hands, trying to make do with the things he already has. Then one small, country-casual name lands like a key in a lock, and the gap in his days starts to look less like emptiness than a place waiting to be filled. The last word hangs there, bright and unfinished.
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Lyrics
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