"San Augustine"
I woke up in the middle of the night
Put my jacket on and then stepped outside
And walked to the place where my heart had died
Reminiscent I had my phone
Searched for your name
But deleted it long ago
It was probably best that way
No words I'd say
Would do any good anyway
With one last stare I started home
Though swore I saw
The ghost of the heart I had owned
But it now belongs to this place
As I walked by
I only remembered your face
You were beautiful that spring night
When it was time to say goodbye.
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