let these pages fly away
flagpoles in the sun
same saturday
and reflected off a window
is where you'll stay
where you'll stay
i turned you in
i turned you into whispers
i turned you in
i turned you into old pictures
i build you out of nothing
to have you near
i remembered you on trains
so now you're on every train i heari turned you in
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