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1,4,3

Its not about me…it’s about we

But there is no we…with the absence of she

With the absence of she…then I can’t really be

If I can't really be…then I’m not really me

The questions are there…but I can’t even see

Without the answers…then ill never be free

I’m constantly running…don’t know where ill flee

Ill never move on…but you don’t agree

How can I move on…when my heart won’t beat

Without your presence…I can’t breath

Feel like I’m sinking…drowning at sea

The only thing…that can set me free

Hearing you say…1, 4, 3

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Jul 12, 2010
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