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It’s like the end of a black and white movie
Alone and cold without you to hold me
This is noir, this is poetry
I’m sick of being sick of this sad story
I cry at the frame by frame
You screaming, me crying your name
A million movies have been made the same
But we were the first in the game
It’s like the end of a black and white movie
Alone and cold without you to hold me
This is noir, this is poetry
I’m sick of being sick of this sad story
Like Casablanca
A car named Desire
You gaslight
My wildfire
You’re all about Eve
In sunset boulevard
The only boulevard you travel
Is the one to my heart
It’s like the end of a black and white movie
Alone and cold without you to hold me
This is noir, this is poetry
I’m sick of being sick of this sad story