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The shoreline crashed like a fighter jet on the night that you left town / and the moths in my room danced around on the ceiling in pirouettes up and down / the neighbors next door had a bonfire in the depressing summer heat / and I sat on my bed and thought about what you said as you pulled into the street
You said “you are not a part of me” / “I am not a part of you”
I thought about visiting friends in the city and the nights we spent upstate / I thought about watching some T.V. but I guess I thought it was too late / through the window I heard the refrain of a soft Parisian love duet / with my broken French and my cold regret I could make out what it said
It said “you are not a part of me” / “I am not a part of you”
I walked down the road to the graveyard in the depressing summer heat / I felt like a cliché and I laughed to myself at the headstones by my feet / I sighed at the moon and felt new in its light for a moment, then it moved / there were no stars in sight and in the dark of the night I hummed a little tune
It went “you are not a part of me” / “I am not a part of you”

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