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Oh, my story is not the oldest of its kind I was too touched to see you clearly Far too young to realize I had loved so dearly You whose world I had designed But the sweet smoke came with mirrors And it brought tears to my wide eyes Dying just to see you Dying since I misconstrued your Blue heart, black eyes, feigning falling Words I won't forget I died right when I saw you While you shared that cigarette Oh, I saw you every time I closed my eyes In the Hughes film I had scored Produced and starred in In my mind I could recite you Well, I'd written every line But you strayed far from my flawless script On which I'd spent a lifetime Falling over dead Dying since I had misread your Blue heart, black eyes, feigning falling Words I won't forget I died right when I saw you While you shared that cigarette Falling over dead Dying since I had misread your Blue heart, black eyes, feigning falling Words I won't forget I died right when I saw you While you shared that cigarette |