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As you feed me words of love and care, I wonder do you mean what you say,
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I hear the sound of children in their ways—
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One day while the wind was blowing, it said things that needed to be heard,
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In time some seem to learn,
what is their purpose, hunger and yearn,
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I understand giving to some degree, but sometimes always giving can hurt me,
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He's a southern kind of guy,
Who like's to mud around, and fight,
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Do we see who we've become,
A generation of thieves,
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A child of God, who reigns on high,
Prayin for my thanks as the day goes by,
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Finding a thought in your head,
If it's big then it's deep and big,
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To wonder where life is going,
takes everyone to the extreme,
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As I lye awake and remember,
The times I've shared with him,
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If i could live for the moment,
And salvage every smile,
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The wind keeps on blowing,
The sun keeps shining down,
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What do you ever call,
Someone like this,
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As i go throughout each day,
I become more and more of an adult,
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Listening to the sounds,
I hear the whistle of a train,
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I held on to your words,
portrayed with so much hurt,
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Have you ever looked into someones eyes,
And found something great and new,
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The minutes went slowly,
We talked and had fun,
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We held each other closely,
To where i could feel you breath,
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I compared the sunset to your smile,
It didn't even have the same bright glow,
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They get your hopes up,
By playing their little games,
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As I ride along this road,
I think so many thoughts,
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You say we shouldn't be we,
But maybe your just scared,
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You don't know what to say,
Your heart is at it's limit,
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It's over, I'm done,
Your out of my head,
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all the memories of you,
seem a myth inside a dream,
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Here i am sitting here,
with so many feelings that linger,
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How could i make you see,
I stand here at your door,
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On the bench,
We sat hand in hand,
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Mass communication,
The theiret twins,
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If only your blindness,
Allowed you to see,
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My heart's still beating, I'm still here, But my breath is growing weaker, With each common year,
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Never understanding,
Why its always not you,
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