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Could have chose the wrong thing to forget
And been misdirected from the outset
Ended up admitting I was lost
As paths crossed
So I put the differences aside
Whenever we're not standing on the same side
If in the end together we belong
It will not matter who's right and who's wrong
We can still be friends
Treat each other kinder
We can still depend
On faith's cheerful finder
In the open when the truth came out
Kind of news that was inclined to raise doubt
And now there might be too much to admit
Can't face it
Tentatively from this point commence
Maybe one day it will plainly make sense
Until then there is a lot to get
Places remaining unvisited yet
No spite to intend
Old gripe long behind her
Changing situation
Bringing hesitation
Less than menacing from over here
Don't see anything that could arouse fear
Have to wait to set the record straight
Make the adjustment before it's too late
No time to amend
Let the tale come after
Passion more to spend
On bliss or disaster
Fully comprehend
All, however minor
Pleasing to the senses
Leaving no defenses
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| © 2014. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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