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You're not the speaking type
Well, you were not until that night
When out of view I brought you us
And out of me you brought excitement

Lit my cigarette, I
I would yourself to more foes and lights
Never before had someone turned something so simple
Into an art

But yet, that is what you did
And I'll keep it for me
In my semi-permanent memory because

Yesterday was lost
In a cloud of smoke
Along with most of those memories
Oh the precious words you said to me
The beautiful words directed at me
That I know I'll fail to keep
Oh, but one thing you said, when you said to me

Your voice is like nothing I've heard
Your voice couldn't be compared to the song of a bird
Well, I got in my cab and I head on home
But you stayed on my mind until the next day when I heard
And I will never forget those conversations we left so

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