| We sat by ourselves, still looking for company;
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| There could have been peace, but that eluded me All I could think of was what was on your mind.
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| You tried to be kind,
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| But I blocked your feelings.
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| Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room
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| And cry.
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| You tried to make me one,
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| But I always hide when there’s a glimpse of sun.
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| Running along in sunlight meadows
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| Your eyes were never more than half-closed:
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| Through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you.
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| I tried to be true
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| To the way that you thought I ought to be But, in spite of all my efforts,
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| I failed.
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| I tried to make you see
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| But your eyes were blind to all but the bad in me.
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| What do you think I mean
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| When I say that I need you?
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| How am I supposed to seem
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| When we hit another problem and the answers
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| are all torn from my book?
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| Our lives are on paths we just can’t control;
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| We can grow closer as we get old…
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| Can you imagine us as we adjust?
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| Can you imagine us Getting near eighty;
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| We live more sedately, still hoping the dream will
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| Come true?
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| We’ll try to be secure…
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| But I’m of uncertain mind
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| and how can I be sure?
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| how can I be sure?
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| how can I be sure? |