A little reddish Beetle parked under the moon wondering how to pass a wall of water that’s holding her back;
Keeps her lights on so you can fnd her.
But as she gets far away, the light fades;
And she becomes a memory.
A little reddish Beetle parked under the moon wondering how to pass a wall of water that’s holding her back;
Keeps her lights on so you can fnd her.
But as she gets far away, the light fades;
And she becomes a memory.
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