. I saw you in the back of my show last night. Standing underneath the exit sign. I know it wasn't really you, though. 'Cause you were always in the front row. And I've been looking for love online.
I moved you pictures. From my wall. And I replaced them. Both large and small. . And each new day. Finds me so blue. Nothing. Takes the place of you. . I read your letters. One by one. And
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