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Lyrics:
The cigarette case was silver and worn The clasp went soft, it didn't work no more Well the lid was bent; The smoke was spent
Come back again - I'm gone
These are the things of a painted past Details prevail When the paint don't last
A soft summer breeze headed in the eaves Of an old pine house down on Ashland Street Where the crickets speak And wicker creaks
Come back again - I'm gone
These are the things of a painted past Details prevail When the paint don't last And the paint don't last
Mary Kate was straight about one thing: The lines of our time can be simple and certain
Mary Kate was straight about one thing: Grasp for the past when the future's uncertain
Come back again - I'm gone
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