| Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
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| My vacations ending. |
| I’m coming home late.
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| The weather was fine and the ocean was great
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| and I can’t wait to see you again.
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| Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
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| «No one here cares if you go or you stay.
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| I barely even noticed that you were away.
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| I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever.»
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| Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
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| The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
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| And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
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| and also when she comes down.
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| Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
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| Every stranger and drifter he greets.
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| And shakes hands with every loner he meets
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| with a serious look on his face.
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| Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
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| Carrying with her the good things we know.
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| A reason to live and a reason to grow.
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| To trust. |
| To hope. |
| To care.
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| Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
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| Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
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| Lazily killing the last of a jar
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| of the strongest stuff you can drink.
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| Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
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| As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
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| But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
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| cause he might never see her again.
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| Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
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| He screams o’er the sidewalk and into the drive.
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| The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
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| And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
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| Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
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| Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
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| That the one that she cares for, who’s out of his mind,
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| Will make it back safe to her arms.
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| Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
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| Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
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| He says «Love, I’m sorry», and she says, «What for?
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| I’m your and that’s it, Whatever.
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| I should not have been gone for so long.
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| I’m your’s and that’s it, forever.»
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| You’re mine and that’s it, forever. |