The ideal girl in London from France came over then left me she left me entranced now I have to get by once again on my own nothing but memories So I remember your eyes that unique shade of brown while these blue eyes of mine they stay closed I kissed you goodbye on the M109 I choked as I watched the bus go I'm choking and smoking to your angelic soul I'm choking and smoking myself into a hole where the only way out is to sleep and to dream and to cry out your name
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