i remember when we knew each other
every day was the same as the last
but it didn't seem to matter
we met in a shop near memphis
you were coming in and i was coming back from the city
sometimes i wonder if it was a love at first sight
but maybe i should have run away
things today never seem to stay the same
you traded black coffee for white cigarettes and a smile
that said take us to the city
and left me here with an empty checkbook and your old notepad
full of speculations on the horoscopes that never came true
gone to make your own way through the world we live in
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