"He Belongs To The Streets"

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A song about someone you used to love,who now looks at you like you're a stranger and doesn't exist.

You look at me like I'm a stranger.
In this produce aisle of this Harris teeter.
Like we didn't just sleep together that last week.
I remember.
It's so convenient for you to go blind right now.
Just staring down the tile till' I move.
I get into my car and go flying.
I'm not invisible am I?

Sometimes I just drive past your apartment to cry.
And I can't sit in a certain parking lot without a ton of memories.
It's like a bad appendix I can't take out.
I know it's making me bleed.
Do you feel the same?

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