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Way down the track, made the wrong turn, Finished up where I started, You noticed a change come over me, Fell in love with my own reflection yeah, How does it feel beneath your own wheel, Feels like an accident waking up, Under a bus with my fingers crossed, Now is the time we could make it up, So you lost the fear it wasn't that bad, Left to your own devices yeah, Still a young girl eyes on the clock, Tick like a motor running out, Magnets and words up on the fridge, Speak to the poet in all of us, I missed the page that you thought about, Drew in the frost on the windowpane, But who I wonder could fail to notice, The aching silence came down, I'm humble know, I hope you might come back, In your own time, Left to your own devices, And so, that's how it goes, Never the first, Always the last to know
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