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God that was strange to see you again, Introduced by a friend of a friend, Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'. In that instant it started to pour. Captured a taxi despite all the rain, We drove in silence across Pont Champlain. And all of that time you thought I was sad, I was trying to remember your name. This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin. You tried to reach deep but you never got in, And now you're outside me you see all the beauty. Repent all your sin. Nothing but time and a face that you'll lose. I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose. I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news from the house down the road from real love.
Live through this and you won't look back.
Live through this and you won't look back.