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Once I thought I was more right than wrong,
Painting myself in the corner.
What I bought and why it takes so long,
Something inside of her warned her.
I know that it doesn't matter much
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
I know that we won't go on as such
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
Could it be that hard,
To send you a postcard?
Fragile smile, a ragged sleeve,
Didn't laugh once to often. (pause)
Before a while, it takes to grieve,
Try to repair what I've done.
You laugh across the kitchen,
At something in a magazine.
I frown across the table,
So blunt, I'm never seen.
Your hair falls in your eyes as you ask
what do you mean?
See yourself never satisfied,
In the clothes that you try now.
I swore myself, I said I'd never cry.
Close to saying goodbye now.
Last I know that it doesn't matter much
But I'm hoping to keep in touch.
I know that we won't go on as such
But I'm hoping to keep in touch.
Could it be that hard,
To send me a postcard?

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