Thirteen yards to victory

You look better under

Thirteen yards to victory
Your ghost is my security.
The faint beating of your heart, haunts me.
It's evident that there's no evidence, sincerity isn't sincere to me. Remember me and the things you've seen.
This memory is lost to me.
I wish for one second we could rewind. I'll be there watching intently
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