weaping willow tired and dying
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arms hang heavy wet with rain
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it's days like this one
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that get me thinking
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about how good its never been
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and at once
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everything was clear
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what i'm doing here
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and everything that's me
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when
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i saw you standing
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and without speaking
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you told me
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that you'd love me
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forever
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is this my life in this picture
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or is there something i have missed
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empty cobwebs in my corners
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even spiders can't live like this
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and at one
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everything was clear
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what i'm doing here
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and everything i am
|
when
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i saw you standing
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and without speaking
|
you told me
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that you'd love me
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forever
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with your eyes
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in the same instance
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insane as it seems
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i knew it was good
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right away
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all that it took was a glance
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from your eyes
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Four Eyes
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| Slowride |
