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Jan 2016
I fell apart, but I'm still alive
I've got promises in my eyes
I guess they didn't make it to you
But I've got prospects too
It doesn't matter what you say
When you blow your own way
I can still hear your song for miles
But now I sing along and smile

There's a deed to be dealt
But I'm the last guy you felt
And if it still feels sad
Then the man must be bad
He doesn't know where to push
He doesn't know when's too much
And if my face comes to your mind
You're already out of time

Did you think about you said?
How often does it come to your head?
For awhile, I couldn't get it out
But I forgot what you were talking about
I guess time can heal the good
As the bad still wish they would
I'll be fine and you'll be dead
Or just the same with him in bed
Jordan Rowan
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Jordan Rowan
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