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I'm alone sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain
And you waiting there swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier standing next to me
Riding on the Metro

I was smiling as you took my hand
So removed, we spoke in France
You were passed the shallow word
Years have passed and still I hurt

You were passed the shallow word
Years have passed and still I hurt
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away, sorry

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
I'll love you always, filled my eyes
I remember the night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the Metro

I remember a feeling coming over me
Then the soldier turned and walked away
Fuck you for loving me
Riding on the Metro

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