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Maybe i took for granted |
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You'd be around |
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To pick me up on my way down |
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I thought my feet were planted |
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Firmly on the ground |
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'til one day my whole world came unwound |
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And like a ball of yarn |
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Kept neatly on a spool |
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You held the life together |
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Of this broken-hearted fool |
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And what once was the exception |
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Now seems to be the rule |
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And there's a burnin' question |
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A fire in my mind |
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You always had the answers |
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The ones i couldn't find |
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So all i'm askin' |
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Is where are you now? |
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What father time would sell me |
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I'd take it all |
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If only you'd come back around |
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But then if time should spell me |
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Well i might take the call |
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But there's no way of knowin' where i'm bound |
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So here comes another |
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Fine mess i've got into |
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And if i knew which way to turn |
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I'd still turn to you |
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So if everything is said and done |
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What am i supposed to do? |
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And that's the burnin' question |
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On fire in my mind |
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You always had the answers for me |
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Time after time |
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So all i'm askin' |
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Is where are you now? |
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All i'm askin' |
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Is where are you now? |
