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Returning to places

Where we fell in love

Dark streets of London

And dirty urban clubs

Holding another mans hand

Down the roads where we once kissed

And I can't help but wonder

Am I missed; am I missed?

Like a flame you couldn't put out

Like a melody you couldn't forget about

I feel a tear of nostalgia

As face the realities, of change

That time brings

To life to hearts

And to feelings.

Never would I of imagined

I wouldn't of believed

If told four years ago

This wouldn't be you and me...