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IN A TAXI HE GAVE A FAREWELL AND THEN I COULDN'T SEE HIS SHADOW COULD IT BE THAT FOR HIM WAS EASY THAT HE WAS BOTHERED WITH TOO MUCH LOVE THE DARK ROOM IN MY HEAD DEVELOPS A THOUSAND PHOTOS OF MY LOVE LIFE THEY'RE SUCH COLOR INTENSE MEMORIES AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND, BUT I STILL THINK OF HIM. I KNOW HE WON'T COME BACK, WON'T COME BACK WITH HIS FRESH MENTY BREATH WON'T COME BACK, WON'T COME BACK WITH HIS EYES LIKE A QUOIT WON'T COME BACK, WON'T COME BACK STRIKING ME WITH THE LOOK OF HIS FACE NOW I START TO FEEL DEEP INSIDE ME, SOMETHING THAT TELLS ME THAT HE WON'T WON'T COME BACK, WON'T COME BACK WITH THE SMELL OF HIS SKIN WON'T COME BACK, WON'T COME BACK HIS HONEY COLORED HAIR WON'T COME BACK, WON'T COME BACK RATHER HAVE A FACE THAT'S BEEN STRIKEN INSTEAD OF GOING THROUGH RESIGNING AND TO LOSE HIM KNOWING HE'S GONE. HE KEPT MY HEART INSIDE HIS CLOSET MAYBE HE THOUGH IT WAS LIKE OLD CLOTHES TO HIM MAYBE I'M OUT OF FASHION, AND HE'S GONE, NOW HE'S GONE, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW. I KNOW HE WON'T COME BACK... HE HAS LEFT A SCAR INSIDE ME THAT SOME DAY I KNOW WILL BE PART OF THE LIFE LINES OVER MY HANDS. WON'T COME BACK...

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