i sit alone in a well lit park on a cold, chilly night
the stars in the sky make everything bright
as i lay on the field looking straight to the sky
the shiny but subtle moon catches my eye
this would be the perfect night to have a smoke
but this perfect antidrug has dared me to dare
i put the phone to my ear and smile as she spoke
and quietly but firmly whisper her name to the air
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