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Outside by the moving cars mira waits for the summer takes time to remember people she had once loved but the last time i remember i was sitting in your

I see you move in, dear Dancing alone You've got my attention You've got my attention Make me an offer I'm turning you down We've burned all the pieces

Did you take more than enough A new day left me undone I cannot believe this, it's just not right I can't make sense of what you are doing You must

Am i alone? there's no one behind me following closely my own despise oh god, every single day i've wasted in the blink of a moment it changed my mind