I hate everytime I hear our song
but I can't bring myself to get rid of it
just like the set of poker chips
I won't let anyone else use
everytime I drive my car
I remember you driving it too
you must know the things to get
me right off your mind,
and you imbeded in mine
until I see you again, blank
expression on your face
empty hug, short goodbye,
your gone again
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