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how can you leave me at a time like this |
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you know the ocean where the sun comes up |
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is different than the ocean |
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where the sun goes down |
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these are the days |
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that were never really meant to be won |
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wiggle your toes, can you feel your soul |
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winter suns you've been laying low |
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arrows and bows prey in the cubicles |
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lord i wish i was home |
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before you regret the days |
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that were never really meant to won |
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now that the day has passed away |
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here i remain true to you again |
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the morning breaks, it must be fate |
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starting over with a big finish |
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once again these are the days |
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that were never really meant to be won |
