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Jul 2016
I've been staring at my feet for a long time
Yeah, long time, no see
I've been trying to think of words to describe you
Yeah, but they never come to me
Now that your voice is just an echo
It's time for me to just be
But I'm not sure I'm ready

I'm not gonna wax poetic on you
Like I always used to try to do
Just trying to get the facts straight
I'm a detective but it might be too late
Your footsteps in the sand have faded
I'm trying to catch a ghost with no bait

I've been living right, yeah
But it doesn't really feel that way
You're a monochrome sight, yeah
Got me still wishin' that you stayed
Thinkin' while I'm filling up my ashtray
Johnny don't wanna work, don't wanna play
John
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John  28/M/New York
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