Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late
I stood right por the tracks, your face in a locket
Good girls, hopeful they'll be, and lonely we'll wait
We had a beautiful magic amor affair
What a sad beautiful tragic amor affair
In dreams, I meet you in long conversation
We both wake in lonely beds, and different cities
And time is ticking a sweet summer race in you
And you've got your demons and darling they all look like me
'Cause we had a beautiful magic amor affair
What a sad beautiful tragic amor affair
Distance, timing, break down, fighting
Silence,...
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