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And if my mind cries two tears for her,

that would be a glimpse that i adore her,

she's roaming wild starring in my nightmares,

with her brown eyes and her brown hair,

once the mind can take no more, too deep,

those are all my nights now i can't sleep,

used to want to try, she was on mine,

now the only way i see her face is online,

keep getting drunk so i don't feel you,

doing lots of drugs so i can kill you,

only the memories that are around her,

and the feelings i had when i found her,

a month away on the Italian coast,

will change a girls feelings to i don't know,

riding through the streets, some insanity,

cavity from her sweets, sad to be me.