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and i mailed the other half
as soon as you smoke it
think about me
with the sunlight on your face
and your heart beating
in the right place
we were drunk on wine
and you took hold of my hand
pulled me in the road
and told me
you were going to be mine
when i gave myself to you
and the powerlines were melting
this can't be the last time
it might be the last you'll hear
i'll be pushing amarillo
when your words reach me
while it played on the subway station
and shattered our hearts into a million pieces
this can't be the last time i see your face