Girl you were the chalk
that wrote on the black-board
of my mind
Oh you were a mile-stone
that showed how far I had gone
away in time,
oh god
Sent overboard
by a wave of yours,
oh I tried to tread the water
But though all the smoke,
oh I gave up hopin'
that you would drop me a rope dear
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