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we never talked too much
we used to fear ourselves
or each others, it's quite the same
once you called yourself disaster
take a look around my friend
even if you're drunk or tired I know you're there
august and everything after can you imagine the noise of the empty?
would you look after me and the mouse and the cat? would you go anywhere but don't change over there?
this is still your house
where to cut your fringe and singin' quietly Counting Crows tunes
I will miss your messy room
and i'll always keep your picture on the wall, what a stupid pretty face
don't pull the handbrake don't let them rate your life
not a tomboy, just a girl
brighter than my useless prey
and that dress is not too short that dress you wear looks nice on you cause you are beautiful and I like the way you gently take your seat out of the mess
this is still your house
where to wake up late and find yourself a little bit older, older
I will miss your smiling eyes
and the time you started play guitar at night, and the skies were yours
the stars were yours, nobody could ever feel safer then
and I'm glad to be the one who shared breakfasts and goodnights, the most ordinary things we could live.
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