I'll be back in town in two weeks' time
To pick up the things I left in your flat
My grey sweater, cat lamp, and pride
Volume I used to have before we met
Maybe by then you'll be older and wiser
Come to your senses, beg on your knees
Look in the mirror and see you disappear
Come to realize there is something amiss
So although I sure don't want you back
I'd still like to see you in a fortnight
Tell you to your face, it's too little too late
That though impossible now, I am all right.
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