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In a strange bed 3,000 miles away, I thought I saw you just the other day In a coffee shop, up in Chelsea
It still hurts to think, It still hurts to see, pictures of you with prettier boys than me, I light a cigarette, I'll quit again next week
I'd like to talk to you, but I can't. I'd like to send you a letter but I'm so full of resentment..Would I pick up your call? do I actually care at all?
We had some good times over the past 5 years, we saw something else in each-other, we shared the same fear of being alone, of finding something better
New city, New York, new year, new me, I'm still the same piece of shit person, I am still lonely. It's hard to get out of bed. It's hard to go to sleep
'd like to talk to you, but I can't. I'd like to send you a letter but I'm so full of resentment..Would I pick up your call? do I actually care at all?
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