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this place was never the same again after you came and went,
how can you say you ment anything different to anyone stading alone
on the street with his cigarette on the first night we met?

look through the past and remember a smile
and maybe tonight i can breathe for awhile 

i'm not in the scene, i think i'm falling asleep
but then all that it means is i'll always be dreaming of you.

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