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I lost my inspiration long ago Not quite sure where it's gone to Somewhere around the time we went our separate ways You know that I still think about you... I still think about you. My heart could not bare to be alone Or spend a long time without use I know that it's not your problem anymore But after all, you were my muse. Until this very day, I stare into the sky Wondering where things went wrong I admit I made mistakes along the way Mistakes that can't be fixed with a song And although I've managed to move along The things I said then, still haunt my days But I can't take it back now... No, I can't take it back now "Forgiven" is just a fleeting word we say Ever since that time, clouds have hovered overhead With thunderstorms hot on my trail I'm just waiting for the skies to open up But I'm well aware that ship has sailed I pray, that someday we'll wash ashore Unto an Island made only for two Then, we can live out the rest of our days Under the shade like castaways, if we so choose.
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
Stolen Paradise
I lost my inspiration long ago Not quite sure where it's gone to Somewhere around the time we went our separate ways You know that I still think about you... I still think about you. My heart could not bare to be alone Or spend a long time without use I know that it's not your problem anymore But after all, you were my muse. Until this very day, I stare into the sky Wondering where things went wrong I admit I made mistakes along the way Mistakes that can't be fixed with a song And although I've managed to move along The things I said then, still haunt my days But I can't take it back now... No, I can't take it back now "Forgiven" is just a fleeting word we say Ever since that time, clouds have hovered overhead With thunderstorms hot on my trail I'm just waiting for the skies to open up But I'm well aware that ship has sailed I pray, that someday we'll wash ashore Unto an Island made only for two Then, we can live out the rest of our days Under the shade like castaways, if we so choose.
jason-paul-klenetsky
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
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