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Jan 2012
The woods seem like a familiar place
Familiar like the lines in your face
I was nowhere to be found
Until you saved me from the bloodhound

Our love rose and our love fell
It was just like heaven and hell
Without you though
There'd be no light to follow

Sometimes sorry just isn't enough
So I brought roses just to beg to be heard

The woods seem like a familiar place
Just like the lines in your face
I was nowhere to be found
Until you saved me from the bloodhound

I could no longer hide my love
Could not keep inside for another minute
I remember ever second we spent together
Specifically when you said love me, I said forever.
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
Bret Desrochers
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