Love, This is getting harder
And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd
But you my dear,
Have been discovered a liar
And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long
And this is not the time or place for us to speak like this
Even if I had the thought I'd never dream of it
So dry your hollow eyes and let's go down to the water
In a different time or place the words could make more sense
In a perfect world the future wouldn't make a dent
So dry your hollow eyes and let's go down to the water
Even though it's the last time
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wow...you'll have to explain that one Em...it's been a long time since I sat in an English class and interpreted this sort of poetic stuff. sara
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