she grabs her magazines
she packs her things and she goes
she leaves the pictures hanging on the walls
she burns all her notes
and she knows she's been here too few years
to feel this old
he smokes his cigarette
he stays outside till it's gone
if anybody ever had a heart,
well, he wouldn't be alone
and he knows she's been here too few years
to be gone
and we
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