Smell of roses drift through the air 
I remember the ones you sent before 
There won't be any this year 
As sad music plays in my ear 
It's hard to know that you've gone 
That were miles apart tonight 
Sitting alone in my car 
Feeling lonely, distant, ajar 
The words were too hard to say 
We needed to work on us 
Commitment was asking too much 
In step but out of touch
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