Where are you now?
As I’m swimming through the stereo,
I’m writing you a symphony of sound.
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again.
This mix could burn a hole in anyone,
but it was you I was thinking of…
This is my mixtape for [you].
It’s like I wrote every note with my own fingers.
Jack’s Mannequin owns you. 
Officially Stefny 
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