she grabs her magazines she packs her things & she goes she leaves the pictures hangin' on the wall she burns all her notes, and she knows she's been here too few years to feel this old... He smokes his cigarette he stays outside until is gone if anybody ever had a heart he wouldn't be alone and he knows she's been here too few years to be gone. and we always

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