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EIGHT YEARS OF LONGING

The only sound my footsteps,
The only thought of you.
The park green on a rainy day,
I am soaked and I am blue.

I wish for all the world that I could say
"Hey, Debbie, I'm doing alright these days".
Truth the less travelled road, but
It's the only road that pays.

The only dream the usual,
In eight years of longing for you.
Move on to the next horizon
Is all that I should do.

For all the things I'm lose on, I
Resign myself to try to make a change.
One of these days you'll see me,
And remove my ever-living pains.

If you could only believe me,
I could shake the static every time I try to sleep.
Mind alive with barren possibilities,
Hope dried up and the wells just too deep.

The only want the usual,
In eight years of longing for you.
Move on to the next horizon
Is all that I can do.

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