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Shapes grow bigger as i can barely write,
in this lost mind state only downers seem right,
only one phone call can lift me up tonight,
only one pair of lips can speak a voice so right,

the door is starting to close and i'm under your spell,
heaven is back in October, this is more like hell,
i'll be here with my foot in the door until i sell,
from the skies i'd fall for you with hope i'd repel,

for now i'm drinking wine like every nights my communion,
only time i'm happy we're no longer a union,
you fell for Truman so i'll have to settle with Susan,
it'd be inhuman of me to say i don't wonder what you're doin,

there is so much more of our story to tell why end it now?
the warm weather is coming no need to pull out the plow,
i write enough about you since you're right behind my brow,
i'd make you the happiest girl if only you'd allow.