I'm a long way from London
And a short way from hell
But the only thing that truly hurts
Is that fact that you can't tell
I'm living with the memories
You made and left behind
I'm living with the consequences
Of the words we just can't find
I'll leave you simple messages
On long forgotten walls
And once you leave the higher life
I hope you'll heed my calls
For you might not have noticed
But I really miss your eyes
The little comments spoken
And the way your lips don't lie
So when you recall the memories
You made and left behind
Then maybe we can turn back time
And have our heart speak words our lips just couldn't find
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