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coffee for two (like we used to)
Sunday, November 22, 2015, November 22, 2015
(three round and a sound by blind pilot playing softly)
her: they're playing our song
i hope they get it right
i hope we dance tonight
before we get it wrong
him: that's not why we are here
her: *exhales* i know
him: so why?
her: you know it was my first. i was clueless, hopeless... and insecure like kitten
him: thought you hate kitten -- well, cats in general
but you're the best i've known
and you know me
i could not be stuck on you
if it weren't true
her: as much as i hate who i was, yeah.
this was our song
i still see the lights
i can see them
(cause you know me, i could not give up a fight)
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nah, it's not a part of Once
sometimes i hear a piece of stuff -- a lot. such an illness, like even when i am sitting alone with my laptop in a coffeeshop, i still get 'sounds' a lot more, rather than ebook or tv series i download to my laptop.this conversation was one of them. has been stuck on my mind ever since.
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