"Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires."
I fear, sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear
Into the haze of this city and go south...
And its not like, I ain't trying to get over you.
One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
Just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch
Six in the morning, never felt so sweet
Just put on Lucinda baby, and dance with me
I know I'm hard to count on
Forget half what I'm told
The fool in me
It's like a dream, you see
But if the world is right
I'll drive all night
And meet you there someday.
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