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  • This is a real story about when a love ends.
    I decided not to cry it, but to sing it.
    Location is Saigon, Vietnam.


    A car and a radio
    that's all what I want
    I gotta go
    I'm going to go

    Back of this long high-way
    I left in a graceless lane
    my oldest hopes
    and my name

    I took my soul, my cigarettes,
    and your last bad words,
    some broken books, a visa for
    a nowhere world

    Those lost teardrops
    unforgettable memories
    they were all yours
    one or two

    A dummy illusion
    some bags of confusion
    you were too smart
    to me

    I took the darkest nights
    wakeful without dreams
    Don't wanna back a life that
    don't belong to me
    not anymore
    I need to go
    don't ask again
    if I ever come home

    I got that awful scratch
    digging in my heart
    I don't believe in those
    teasing streets of love
    not anymore
    I need to go
    don't ask again
    if I ever come home
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