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Moving in slow like the smoke from your cigarette, Every step a closer's a step that we both will regret, Keeping a tally, but who can keep track? Your overreacting is taking me back to a time better left alone, Waiting for better words, They'll never come. So dry your eyes, It's better, Now it's done...
