| Our time has come.
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| There once was a time for us.
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| You cannot make it back no matter how fast you react.
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| This was our bond.
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| We said we’d always play for keeps.
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| No one takes it back; |
| They always ment it when they asked.
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| You never remembered why we were here.
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| The places that we shared
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| and times when you weren’t there.
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| I picture you when we were friends.
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| But I consider when it rains it pours,
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| there’s nothin more.
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| I won’t take it out on you.
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| But I’ll remember
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| when you went your own way, you felt so afraid, no one would follow you.
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| Time is now your affluence
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| the aromatic bouquet of the flora that those corporate types all love.
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| A stage upon which you retort.
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| Some chemicals in your bloodstream will never fill the void of being clean.
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| Gone is the normalcy,
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| last of the lost.
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| I long for you now,
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| forgive me somehow.
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| As I am weary
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| I release the hate that caused the break.
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| From taking it out on you.
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| And I will never disavow you’re in my heart I’m making it up to you.
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| Confident we know the way.
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| We will live again someday
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| I never said my last good bye.
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| I’ll always give you one last try. |