She walks through an open door,
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that shuts and locks behind.
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She's in somethin new.
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When everything's the same
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you can't tell when they change,
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but I think I do.
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And please if you know,
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Don't tell me.
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And please if you know, Don't tell me.
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Cause I know that it's the same,
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when it all come back again,
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you think I'd know by now.
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and I know it's in the plan,
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when my heart is in my hands, again.
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They walked together and shared a smile,
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feeling only doubt at first
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you know it just gets worse.
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Finding more reasons to stay,
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but they all get washed away
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out of her mind.
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My heart is in my hands...
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Again
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| Jeremiah Freed |
