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May 2015
There was a time I'd wait
For you
There was a time I'd die
For you

There was a time the rain
Didn't matter
There was a time the pain
Didn't matter

There was a time that I wasn't
Afraid
There was a time I wouldn't
Roll in my grave
There was a time
Yeah there was a minute

When I couldn't see life
Without you in it
There was a place.. We called home
That's still the place
I write alone
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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   Chelsea Patton and NV
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