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Sitting sideways, missing that laugh
Window blinking blue, stirring my lasagna
Sleeping with the couch talk, keeping my park
Simmering silence, can't shake that humor
Pillow with the collar, extra like bazaar
Nothing on my mind, except that last run
Fretting over weekends, dragging that sun
Lose my old reflection, mirror saying huh?
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Sunset slow but it don't soothe me
Messages waiting but they're just saying eh
Tracing her name in the frost, what a bluffer
Feeling kinda tender in the haze of last
Sax solo
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