Smell of the rain. Sight of the green.
Light up a smoke. Under a Tree.
Sound of the cars, passing us by.
Head to that place. Bring me a smile.
Stranger comes in. A stranger he's not.
Someone you know. 'Though you do not.
Strange to familiar. Things in a blur.
Blur is familiar. Like how you are to her.
Cars hum for us. The rain slow danced.
We close our eyes. Our last chance.
Head to that place. We head no more.
This is the place. That smile i wore.
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