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+You never smiled for me...one last time+
+10.05.03
+ 9:00 p.m.
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Everything we lived for
faded with the last of the stars
And the morning is cold here without you
as I wake from restless dreams
The sun is acid bright
and stains my eyes with regret
and that rock n roll record
keeps on spinning
skipping tracks like stones across the river
It reminds me of you
the vinyl smooth and worn
telling it's story over and over
until I can sing it in my sleep
Thick voices laden with empty promises
and I blow smoke up at the cracked yellow ceiling
trying to forget your face
and the taste of your skin