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Don’t you tell me this is real After all the things we said You told me I was a mistake Well for you I never did feel Yet these scenes repeat in my head Those days we never got out of bed Movies playing without interruption Where it all started on the couch The calls during the night Thinking twice to pick up the phone To you it wasn’t fair Think about it, it was my turn Then I’d say hello And just like that everything was gone For quite a while I said I’d make it work I ignored your suspicions, accusations and lies You thought you were in the lead To me it was all just a game Those long night train rides Sounds I wish I’d never made You never did give me the key So now you say she’s not the one And he’s exactly what you say he is And you tell me she’s beautiful That I’m wrong You swear you’re done It’s been four times said before But I remember those walks The sand you promised was ours The rain against our skin All those crazy things you said I’m left sitting here Waiting for you to make it clear
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
Forgotten
Don’t you tell me this is real After all the things we said You told me I was a mistake Well for you I never did feel Yet these scenes repeat in my head Those days we never got out of bed Movies playing without interruption Where it all started on the couch The calls during the night Thinking twice to pick up the phone To you it wasn’t fair Think about it, it was my turn Then I’d say hello And just like that everything was gone For quite a while I said I’d make it work I ignored your suspicions, accusations and lies You thought you were in the lead To me it was all just a game Those long night train rides Sounds I wish I’d never made You never did give me the key So now you say she’s not the one And he’s exactly what you say he is And you tell me she’s beautiful That I’m wrong You swear you’re done It’s been four times said before But I remember those walks The sand you promised was ours The rain against our skin All those crazy things you said I’m left sitting here Waiting for you to make it clear
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
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