She kept her voice low
But still it echoed
Off the walls and through the streets
She pulled the strands from her sleeves
Trial and error will make it better
Off alone I can't explain, oh well whatever
No use in looking for a good reason
Let's just settle on a story we can believe in
Don't let it get to, get to your head
You're not the only empty-handed hopeless romantic.

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