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Horses run and at some point they stop
Twisted tails like a phone chord dropped
And I miss you more than I tell you
But when I tell you that I miss you
Then the phone runs cold
Drawing blood with a black pen and the
Weird inclusion of a boy's name in the
Letters that you wrote me
And the junk-mail filtered emails that I never read
But everyone knows, Glasgow is a punk rock town
And everyone saw
That as you passed outside the window my nose started to bleed
And the staff here are starting to recognize me
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