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We'd hang around the parking lot
stuffing our frozen fingers in our pockets
forming a circle and handing out the cigarettes
we had stolen from older brothers

I can remember everything:
the way your hands would shake when you were talking
the way our words hung in the air
as little clouds that would hover around

then one by one we began to fade
until our circle had lost its shape

so this is all we get to keep:
the fading burns and fading memories
hang on to me hang on to me
hang on to all of our beautiful dreams

Oh, I can feel you've begun to fade
and soon our circle will be erased

and I'll write it down
in one never-ending line
I'll write it down
for someone else to find again