Christina Cantalini
Bob Cassinghino
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letting go
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When you moved my street to the west coast
to where the sun likes to shine all day
you left a note for me to find
when you wrote me that letter
from a 1000 miles I heard every word
don't pretend you're coming home, it's to late for us I know
you left me to go to the west coast
Does she say your name in a whisper
do you hear every sound that clear
so many years ago
but it feels like time moved slow
when you left me to go to the west coast
Tuesday the wind ran beside me
drying all the tears I ever cried
I'm not living in the past
it's gone from me at last
so long
to the west coast
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