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[L. Hoffsten]
The burning cigarette guardedyour mouth from me kissing you
With your hands in your pocket declaringthat it's all over and through
The coldness in your eyes says
I should have left long ago
When the blue is gone
When the blue is gone
I'll go to places unknown
The one thing I'll always rememberis your back I wanted to hold
I know every scare, every birthmarkthe only language it spoke
All dressed up in an armoured suit
I know I'll never get through
When the blue is gone
When the blue is gone
I'll bury the memorieskiss them goodbyeand give it another try
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