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Oct 2017
Only you can be a fantasy to me
You have no idea what you’ve done
I’m afraid to show you the colors
But inside my heart you paint

I am the only eye upon you
No, it’s true I know where to look
But it’s only when they are closed
And your breath is upon my life

It seems we live a life of regret
It’s what might have been
You're with someone else
Now I'm thinking about sin
But how can I ever forget?

Maybe I just want to make it up
Maybe I just want to live what I see
Yes I really want you to know
That my memory of you is real

It seems we live a life of regret
It’s what might have been
You're with someone else
Now I'm thinking about sin
But how can I ever forget?
Mark Lecuona
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