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16 June 2010 @ 01:35 pm
Too Thoughtful For My Own Good  
The stranger sang a theme,
From someone else's dream
The leaves began to fall
And no one spoke at all
But I can't seem to recall
When you came along

Ingenue,
Ingenue,
I just don't know what to do

The tree-lined avenue
Begins to fade from view
Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can't seem to forget
When you came along

Ingenue,
Ingenue,
I just don't know what to do

Ingenue,
I just don't know what to do
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On the Verge of: frustratedfrustrated