När allt bleknar, tappar färg och charm. Och känsla?
I'm reaching for the phone to call at 7,03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home. But I know it's too late, I should have given you a reason to stay, given you reason to stay, given you a reeason to stay, given you a reason to stay.
- And all I find are souvenirs from better times.
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