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Talking to a dream

There's a lump in my throat

Seven Nation Army is playing

And I'm talking to myself tonight

Because I can't forget

How she took her time right behind my back

And it goes back and forth through my mind

As I sit behind my cigarette

The tears dropping from my eyes scream

"Leave it alone"

The terribly thump in my chest

It won't leave me alone

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Written by
sam-conrad
Published
May 28, 2014
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11·66
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Jack White, you're a genius.

I talk to myself and an image of her in my dreams more than I talk to other people combined.

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#love#heart#sadness#tears#crying#dreams#forget
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