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i wonder what you were thinking when you handed me back that collection of my earliest childhood memories and said 'now i feel that i know you better'....
after everyone had left, and i remained sitting at the bar talking to the sound guy and the musicians, what did you think? did your mind fall back to all those times before, when we'd go for alks and talk after you finished work?
when you left me standing on that corner as you said 'goodbye, he's waiting up' what was going through your mind.
did i slip through the cracks somewhere?
i waited all night to talk to you, to have you walk away from me...
so who do you call when the person you call when you need to call someone is the person who is eating at you?
your lyric ring in my ears
'and this coffee with get me another hour
and this patch will hold my pants another week
and this job will get me through the summer
but there is nothing i can do
that will get me through missing you'
standing on that street corner i watched you walk away. maybe this is another reason not to like that boy?
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