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to be honest, when you took my hand and pressed it close with yours and said
Hear that? You're my Girlfriend! Did you hear that?- and i stared at you with
what must have been so much sad cold indifference, to be honest all i had in
my head was: there's a million miles to go, to where happiness lives.
these words and my reticent hand fell chilled and pale into the cradle of my lap
there's a million miles left to go. and the strings i felt taut behind my eyes and
between my eyebrows were an orchestra humming and preparing, they sang along:
you blew it/it drove her right outta town (there's a million miles still to go).
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