Well I used to know someone fair
She had golden tints in her hair
She was such a split
She was never there
But I loved her just the same
Now her father cries oil
And her mother breaths diamonds
but she is much better
than them combined
shes my woman
but im not fine
her dreams have gone smokey
the music set was broken
she could not speak any more
so she slipped through the window
and got in my car
id like to say together
but were still apart
like two pumping hearts
we searched in and out the city
up and down the halls
but shes no where to be found
I hope she knows that im still around
Shes still around
But were not there anymore
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