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cigarettes on her lips now

sun flows through the windows

onto my face

aint it funny how the thought of your breath

takes my own away.

 

distant memories of the dream just had

one quick coffee

not gonna roll back,

i go to pick you up finally.

well come to this city

here's a bar and sandy beach.

it could be wishful thinking

cause you haven't even arrived yet

sweat salt my eyes and morning my breath

have to go to the station

but the hours not at hand

haven't seen you since summer

but snow take your time now

i was wondering if you knew how i fell for you

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