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| Don't be affrad to bare your soul,, Nothing you say could be too bold... I'm growing old.. I don't want to blow my only chance,, But you've go to show me where you stand,,, or just drop my hand. |
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| Why should we wait for some better time... There may not even be a tomarrow.. There is no sense in losing your mind.. I'm going to make it worth the ride.. We work our bodies weary to stay alive,, These must be more to living then 9-5.. Ignore the hesitation, that ties your hand.. Use your imagination, and take a chance. |
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| Over the years I have carried boxes of those who have cared or lied to me.. All the memories hidden.. locked up inside of, of those who tried, but were denyied,,, Now it's time.............to sweep up the cob-webs, hem-up my skirt, and open the shades. |
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| Memories of you and me tumble inside my head..the way that we used to be,, and all the things that were said. No one has ever made me believe so strong.. You left me to wonder,,how did our love go wrong? |
| I feel my heart now..Now that I've found the feeling that lives inside of me. I've got someone to give my heart to, I can feel it getting stronger and stronger. Hearts are made to last untill the end of time, and thats what you have done to me. |