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Blow

Gasoline

Santa Monica

Жизнь пройдет

Lyrics 

Met you in a room of bright ideas,
Notes and coffee, nervous smiles.
You laughed like summer in a storm,
I fell a mile in just a while.
You were all precision, quiet fire,
Pages turning, future set—
And for a second in your eyes
I almost could forget.


You said, “I’m leaving soon—another shore.”
A truth that weighed like iron in the floor.


So we were close, but out of reach,
Goodbye before hello could even speak.
You took the sky; I kept the street—
A thousand miles and midnights in between.
You were real, but not to hold,
A gentle flame in winter cold.
I let you go, still years unfold—
I miss the girl I never got to know.


Clever lines and paper planes,
You mapped a world beyond the map.
I wore my heart in second place,
Afraid to ask, afraid to ask.
You touched my sleeve—“write me sometime,”
A promise folded, thin and light.
Airports bloom and seasons die;
You live in every quiet night.


Your train pulled out; the window framed your face—
I stood there learning how to lose with grace.




If time was kind, we’d meet again—
Same course, same laugh, same sudden rain.
But tickets print in black and white;
We loved in almosts, not in time.


So we were close, but out of reach…
(I kept the street; you kept the beach.)
You were real, but not to hold—
A gentle flame in winter cold.
I let you go, but truth remains:
You’re in the spaces no one names.


Miles and midnights… still between.

Gentleman

Theory Of A Deadman

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