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8 o’clock in the evening
All alone in my room so small, shivering
Feeling the cold breeze outside
Oh it made me sneeze, a-choo!
It’s now 8:02
And I’m thinking of you
How it all started?
Can you tell me about it?
On the clock, it’s 8:04
I am here sitting on the floor
Outside I look at the sun
To me it says, “goodbye, hun”
Cliché, I thought so.
Familiar, I know.
Looking at the sunset,
I remember you.
It was that moment.
The moment I knew,
where it all started.
Yes, it all started in a sunset.