the moon sheds light across the end of the bed.
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you made me wait but now i'm touching your leg.
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and i remember all the little things you said,"quesadillas, made with cheese" and "a rock band who went japanese."
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so for once in my life, i saw what i wanted and took a bite.
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i picked the fruit from the tree and it was ripe.
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your love got big, your drugs got worse each afternoon.
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like bacon at a bah mitzvah, like a lead balloon.
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and who's to say what really happened in that room each day?
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i was looking for a bride, you were looking for a groom.
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so for once in your life, you saw what you wanted and you took a bite.
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you picked the fruit from the tree and it was ripe.
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and all you people are the heroes i'd known.
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we're staring off the edge into the unknown.
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we are not there yet but we cannot go home.
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so we cry, and we sing.
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yeah, i remember everything.
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for once in our lives, we saw what we wanted and took a bite.
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we picked the fruit from the tree.
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and it was ripe.
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Ripe
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| Ben Lee |
