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Jan 2015
So when you call that boy up and tell him you don't have a burning, smoldering love for him, come to me
We can talk and drink soda while sitting on the kitchen floor in the refrigerator light
When you've had more than you can take and you can't handle the path you're going down, I'll lead the way
We can share the road of pain and dance in the sun's golden rays
When you get a job you aren't satisfied with just for good money, speak to me
We can both bear the financial burden as you open your cage and follow your heart
The thing you mustn't ever do, my dear, is just settle
Don't settle for false love,
or a lifestyle,
or a job,
or a feeling
Find where you belong
I'll be there to help you on the way
Meg Howell
Written by
Meg Howell  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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   Rhet Toombs and PrttyBrd
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