It's like a war, like one you've never seen before
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And I, I'm frightened all the time
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And I never seem to want to even step out of my own life
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Do you have the same in mind?
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'Cause there's no one else that I know
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So I pick up a piece and I put it in pencil
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That I need you right now
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When I feel somehow
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That it's time for me to rest my mind
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So if these words reach you, you sure remember what to do
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And if these words don't exist yet don't forget
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That I tried to reach you and I tried to tell you
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That it was true
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Regarding all the things that I promised of you
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Don't forget the last thing on your mind
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It's an important part of the plan
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And dear I trust you when I say
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Illusions seldom do drop by
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And I and I feel it's a mess up here
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And I need you and I fear
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So if these words reach you, you sure remember what to do
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And if these words don't exist yet don't forget
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That I tried to reach you and I tried to tell you
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That it was true
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And if these words reach you, you sure remember what to do
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And if these words don't exist yet
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Don't forget that I tried and I tried
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And I tried to reach you
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Postcards From Io
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| Charlene Soraia |
