Twenty six miles to my left, and not a single
would you like to meet me for coffee
and talk for
What are you hiding from me?
What are you hiding
Beneath the
so it's my turn now
to say the words I'm sorry
you'd
There are few things worse than letters never sent
Words can
Feet don't slip beneath me now, careful as I walk
history flies all around me
an angry swarm of mistakes
i ran
Take it away
Make it okay
I want to lose everything
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