she never listened to my songs i wrote
she was like traffic to my window
i would toss and turn in the witching hour
and she would play another song
i waited upon the moon
and it always kept our promise
me and you, forever
with the night, my poetry and me
you can rely on those who can't speak back
the one's who can't let you down
for she often read to my lyrics
and would often put them down
sweet sandy shores
i remember when she used to care
in the summer nights in Delaware
i healed you. you broke me.
... i guess that's only fair
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kiss kiss, goodbye.
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