It's been at least another year
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And still I haven't got the chance to say
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Always rolling off the tongue
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Never said but nearly sung about a million ways
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Every photograph and story
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Trickled through the lengthy web of friends
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I overthought but understood
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Distant look but looking good
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And not the other way
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But you fail to remember
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But you fail to remember
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Do I still cross your mind?
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Your face still distorts the time
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Do I still cross your mind?
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Your face still distorts the time
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With heat struck afternoons long through
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Those idle dreams go back to you
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Was this only in my head
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Just like most things go misread
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When overthought
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Polish Girl
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| Neon Indian |
