I lost the skyline when I saw your weary eyes
Stars didn't sparkle anymore and the crinkle of water became a noise
The smoothness of the cold breeze became stingy
And I wanted it back
I wanted all those good things back
But I didn't want them back if your eyes weren't the ones giving them back to me
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Roses and Cigarettes
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