The hall was littered with broken dreams and shattered concrete

Boulevard of Broken Dreams	February 14, 2004	Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window	concrete
nodeshells that could never be satisfactorily filled	The Death of Setanta	leaves spiralled around us like a benediction	Heavy weather in the city of dreams
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end	Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	Interstate 5	I have never been sure that you knew quite how much I loved you

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