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She laugh's into her purse Hello, looks like she's crawling inside Some cigarettes burn in her car seat As they do mine To much push behind that throw I find myself stuck in the center of it all I want to smile when I notice her stare I look up to her eyes Does she know I'm wanting And I don't want to go back Just stay here for awhile Dancing with these thoughts And have these smiles just for now Before I said hello, this feeling said good-bye Third weekend of July Alone, herself in the magazine The dog's not chained up "So sad," she said Is this the change up Leaned back against the counter Her coffee I offer, I get my change out Enlighten by the way not so much said Cool to keep inside my head Burning down to our finger tips These Camels and these reds. From Letras Mania