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I used to have her number folded in my wallet. I threw it out a window to make sure I wouldn't call it. She lived to me through pictures whose stories told themselves how she was once the one thing I can not depend on now. Give a call to Charleston tonight. Tell her that I'm doing fine. Tell her I'm still hurting. It's gonna take some time. Everything forgotten will one day remind. I'll be the warden. and she'll do the time. We crowded in a corner of Norfolk and Cary. The memory we left there is a ghost of us that haunts me still. Give a call to Charleston tonight. Tell her that I'm doing fine. Tell her I'm still hurting. But, further down the line everything forgotten will one day remind. Letras de cancionesI'll be the warden. and she'll do the time. So, she moved to find herself or someone else to fill her hollows. while she echoed in the empties until my every voice of reason just said âshe." From Letras Mania