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I'm here to pick up the pieces Of a life I once knew When I understood the reasons And when I thought that I had a clue To what life could be like When you think that you found a home And then you wake up find the dream gone On the coldest day you've ever known Before that day everything was perfect She was the love of my life most beautiful I've known I was the Captain she was my Tennille... until We went our separate ways and I was left alone Complications seem to have a life of Their Own So even though I can remember the way she went down When I knew she was going I had to abandon the dream And I had to pull myself up or let myself drown Every so often someone answers my ad And I drive out to meet and see if it's her At least a small part of the dream that I had That I can mount in my new dream as it were So far nothing but a lot of false hopes I'm superstitious and I know that one day I'll find A keepsake ,a memory..a piece so awesome So I can ***** it on the floor as a way to remind Turn the last corner check the address I wasn't prepared for The Rush that I got There on the porch was more than I'd ever expected Holding and caressing every inch of her there on the spot You must be Ethan said the man who opened the door it looks like you're getting acquainted Yes sir I never thought I'd find a piece of the dream lost This is more than I could have ever expected Back into town tied down in the bed Roll through the gate where my new dream was waiting Well look at that McCrory said she came back to you More than I hoped I said leave it to you to do the mating I'll be back Monday morning to set off If you think you can work your magic And I can get back where I belong It'll be done son one more day on dry land would be tragic See you Monday then you old boat builder Already barking orders lend me a hand and let's see They got oceans to sail and places to be he bellowed out Avast me hearties he said with a grin and a hearty wink at me
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
The dream
I'm here to pick up the pieces Of a life I once knew When I understood the reasons And when I thought that I had a clue To what life could be like When you think that you found a home And then you wake up find the dream gone On the coldest day you've ever known Before that day everything was perfect She was the love of my life most beautiful I've known I was the Captain she was my Tennille... until We went our separate ways and I was left alone Complications seem to have a life of Their Own So even though I can remember the way she went down When I knew she was going I had to abandon the dream And I had to pull myself up or let myself drown Every so often someone answers my ad And I drive out to meet and see if it's her At least a small part of the dream that I had That I can mount in my new dream as it were So far nothing but a lot of false hopes I'm superstitious and I know that one day I'll find A keepsake ,a memory..a piece so awesome So I can ***** it on the floor as a way to remind Turn the last corner check the address I wasn't prepared for The Rush that I got There on the porch was more than I'd ever expected Holding and caressing every inch of her there on the spot You must be Ethan said the man who opened the door it looks like you're getting acquainted Yes sir I never thought I'd find a piece of the dream lost This is more than I could have ever expected Back into town tied down in the bed Roll through the gate where my new dream was waiting Well look at that McCrory said she came back to you More than I hoped I said leave it to you to do the mating I'll be back Monday morning to set off If you think you can work your magic And I can get back where I belong It'll be done son one more day on dry land would be tragic See you Monday then you old boat builder Already barking orders lend me a hand and let's see They got oceans to sail and places to be he bellowed out Avast me hearties he said with a grin and a hearty wink at me
keith-w-fletcher
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
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