who's crying?
it's me

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i didn't know you could look at the setting sun and still not feel completely unknown
talking with one another like i love you or some other is a little like getting blood from a stone
maybe cold weather will keep us together but that's about as likely as chances of snow in july 
looking forward with nowhere to go

in the city of 
the city of
the city of
true love 

standing in the fourth floor bay window with curtains open meeting the eyes of the latest typhoon
if i could learn the language in two weeks or less would i feel a little less like i'm out to ruin
the night or the day or the train that we'll miss if we two don't hit the cobblestone soon
spent the month tending ghosts in a cold hotel room

in the city of 
the city of
the city of
true love

northern flicker fly out to me
rock in a ferry push out to sea
northern flicker fly out to me
heart in a ferry push out to sea

in the city of 
the city of
the city of
true love

the decievers