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Posted by B2chica on May 23, 2004, at 18:06:02
While, way he lay alone
lost, may her way be found.
Hope while my eyes are tight, he came to me
he weeps for us, we sleep tonight
his heart does break as we pain ourselves.While, way he lay alone
we're coming home
I've found the way.She's led astray we have betrayed only ourselves
she don't know
he loves her...not in the night
he comes to us our lives we owe
the pain does grow,
inside.EVER
Daylight, the blinding glare, the burning heat
the streams do ache
no one to come to her to stop...the burning ache.While, way he lay alone
they're coming home
he does not care he knows no one is there
no one to save, no one to scare, no one...
to care.STAY
While, way he lay alone
he is not alone.
She lay there too
not of her will, she knows no tune
the light it stingsCLOSE
close your eyes,
the pain we have inside it goes away,
the pain outside it goes away.b2c.
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