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i think about him at night
when the window is open and the rain is going
and i am falling asleep alone
and in the mornings, which are even
colder
i drove past his house last night
and didn't look, i swear
and if he hadn't looked so damn sad
the last time i said goodbye to him
if he hadn't looked so sad
i would've given up already
i would have closed the window
i would have tried
to make it
hurt less
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