[L. Hoffsten]The burning cigarette guardedyour mouth from me kissing youWith your hands in your pocket declaringthat it's all over and throughThe coldness in your eyes saysI should have left long agoWhen the blue is goneWhen the blue is goneI'll go to places unknownThe one thing I'll always rememberis your back I wanted to holdI know every scare, every birthmarkthe only language it spokeAll dressed up in an armoured suitI know I'll never get throughWhen the blue is goneWhen the blue is goneI'll bury the memorieskiss them goodbyeand give it another try

 

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