This place was never the same again after you came and went. How can you say you meant anything different to anyone standing alone on the street with a cigarette on the first night we met? Look to the past and remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for a while. I'm not in the scene, I think I'm fallin' asleep, but then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you.
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