• I guess you could say we met in a vacuum
  Or in all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world
  Your breath or my breath 
  The bottle, the brine, the brainless 
  Tumbling and tasting and tolerating 
  God I miss you 
  I never figured out which of us was the villain 
  But I'm the one telling a story as old as crime
  It ends with, "you were never mine."

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