| I walked a lot, perhaps with the thought
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| And I read in your face that you were as I was
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| We could have met much earlier
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| We were there
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| We are a little hidden and little told
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| But we have consumed the same flavors
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| Too many times confused, often closed
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| Never give up
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| You have the same desire as mine
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| You have the same fantasy
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| There is an understanding that you already know;
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| This life takes what it gives
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| We were quick to shake hands
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| Keeping us the pretext to live tomorrow
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| We have sought, perhaps loved;
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| Never stepped on
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| You have a look like mine
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| When you lost I was there too
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| If you leave I'll be there;
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| To have you I will not move
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| ... to have you I will not move
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| The tongue hits where the tooth is in pain
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| And it generates words among lonely people
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| Who take pain literally
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| Who seek the way and leave a trail
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| They cherish the memories and hope it is
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| You want the same light that
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| I am looking inside myself
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| There is an understanding that you already know;
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| This life takes what it gives
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| You have the same desire as mine
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| You have the same fantasy
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| There is an understanding that you already know;
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| This life takes what it gives
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| You have a look like mine
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| When you lost I was there too
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| If you leave I'll be there;
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| To have you I will not move |