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It was you behind the window,
the cigarettes flakes were
always getting under my glasses
as I sat in the back seat
front window open.
I felt alive.
Sitting in that situation
the cold air burning my lips
my face
and it burned,
when we got background music
of some thing rhythmic
and I thought
this was how it felt to be real

And then I got on one knee
and you said no
because it wasn't for you.
You never felt the burning for me
the passion
that I felt for you.
But it was still there.
Even if you said no.
And I let it go...