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I'm good at playing scenes in my headIn my headWhen those scenes turn from fictionWell it hasn't mattered yetBut when I left for the train that morningAnd you walked with me through the streetsThe night still covering usThose tears I'd never seenBut you tell me about the next morningThey came so unexpectedlyAll I could say was I'm sorryI'm sorryWe tried to hideWhat we knew from the startSo we stayed in touchAs close as the minutes would allowOver letters and thoughtsIt was like I never leftBut the sad truth is what we both knewIs we were doneThe second I got on that train to catchLetras de cancionesMy plane homeAnd here's where my best fiction always winsAnd here's where my best fiction always winsWe could make the promises that lovers doWe could take the past and all the sad miscuesBut here we are backed into a foreign dream From Letras Mania