The mixed tape

I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
I'm retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
There's a piece of me in
Every single second of every single day
But if it's true to tell me how we got this way

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As we rearrange these songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
It was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of




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