This is a place you'll learn to forget.
Somewhere quiet and solemn
Where you can lay down your head.
This is a place you'll eventually stop coming to.
Where there's a girl by the window
Who always remembers your birthday
And listens to whatever you say.
This is a memory you'll learn to ignore.
Full of songs you'll stop humming
A kiss you'll stop remembering
And perfume that will fade from your clothes.
This is a place you'll learn to forget,
Covered up by all the things you won't.
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