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I thought i had nothing to say But i decided to stay a million times And you have a million eyes And mine are brown sometimes But sometimes in the right light they look green too Just like yours Sometimes I have dreams about you and me But it’s not the same ones they used to be I needed you to tell me that you see your future, that you’ll see me later But I think deep down there was never any future At least not in this lifetime And I think I’ve always been Tom and you’ve always been Summer Or maybe Sid and Nancy Metaphorically speaking of course but it still hurts just as bad I think I must’ve died a hundred times You said you wanted my collar bones So I gave them to you Because out of all the things I’ve grown out of You were never one of them Sometimes i lie here wondering how you remember me If you think about the songs that played the way i do How sometimes Kele Okereke comes on shuffle on the way to the gas station And i have to go home on empty
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Somewhere in the Curzon Bar
I thought i had nothing to say But i decided to stay a million times And you have a million eyes And mine are brown sometimes But sometimes in the right light they look green too Just like yours Sometimes I have dreams about you and me But it’s not the same ones they used to be I needed you to tell me that you see your future, that you’ll see me later But I think deep down there was never any future At least not in this lifetime And I think I’ve always been Tom and you’ve always been Summer Or maybe Sid and Nancy Metaphorically speaking of course but it still hurts just as bad I think I must’ve died a hundred times You said you wanted my collar bones So I gave them to you Because out of all the things I’ve grown out of You were never one of them Sometimes i lie here wondering how you remember me If you think about the songs that played the way i do How sometimes Kele Okereke comes on shuffle on the way to the gas station And i have to go home on empty
latinwaters
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
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