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Jun 2017
I want to get away from it all
I can’t go back and make it up to you
And tomorrow won’t wake up early
The sun said setting is all that’s true

I don’t need a big house
The refuge is only in my mind
I left town to see another one
Maybe a stranger is what I need to find

The nights aren’t that long anymore
I'm used to sleeping on both pillows
Maybe we talked too much
Now love is on the other side of the windows

How could I have known it wasn’t the right
Our whispers were so loud in our hearts
Something gave it all away
The secret is not how the fire starts
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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