you put a note in my pocket, said be good to yourself
and that was all
life being what it is, we all dream of revenge
open your eyes for a second, just to roll them at me
i stared straight into the sun, something to concentrate on
and if you turn it on you'd find, i've written you a thousand times
you would do anything, you'd give up everything for god knows why
i just can't stay till your gone
i won't wish you well, i wont see you off, i wont try to call
if i see you in my mind, i'll say to you
it's not your fault
you said I'll see you in september, but thats not long enough for me
you put a note in my pocket, so it would take care of me
but that was all
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