by Dean Friedman
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Under a canopy in the freezing rain,
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You said you wanted me. I was struck dumb.
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As soon as he stepped outside, I was sure he knew.
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I feared for him. I feared for you.
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Now, don't be scared. This is just where you belong.
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And I don't care, if the whole world says we're wrong.
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I love you and all I want is to have you at my side,
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To hold you in my arms, to feel you all warm and misty eyed.
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You have a husband. He is my closest friend.
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You are a mother. You have one son.
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You made a covenant. You took a sacred vow.
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That was then. This is now.
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But, don't be scared. This is just where you belong.
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And I don't care, if the whole world says we're wrong.
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I love you and all I want is to have you at my side,
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To hold you in my arms, to feel you all warm and misty eyed.
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Business and politics are subtle art. And stealing your best friend's wife is a fine start.
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But nothing I've ever done or will ever do. Will be quite as pure, or half as true.
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So, don't be scared. This is just where you belong.
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And I don't care, if the whole world says we're wrong.
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I love you and all I want is to have you at my side,
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To hold you in my arms, to feel you all warm and misty eyed.
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Under a Canopy
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Dean Friedman |