lyrical thoughts

`Cause I threw away the gin
I threw away your alibis
And all your worn-out clothes
I threw myself upon the floor

I guess the reason we’re not talking
There’s so little left to say, we haven’t said
While a million thoughts go running through my mind
I find I haven’t spoke a word.

And your face when you were leaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes

lyrics from Poisoned Rose, It’s a Good Year and Without You

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