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Sep 2016
There was a time
Way back when
My life was about every song
I knew what it meant
At least I did back then
When I hear them today
It reminds me again
Of a place I once belonged
And how you were my friend

Now I can only remember
How it used to be
Were the years really so long?
Nobody told me how to be content
I lived the way a dreamer is free
That’s what my memory told me to say
He left her for the shade of another tree
A new garden, an old one gone wrong  
You asked, “Would you ever do that to me?”

I thought about it
Expecting they could hear
But the crowd didn’t know that song
It seems so much has been spent
There’s nothing left to fear
Not when you’ve lived life my way
It’s only the path of a tear
Leading to a place only for the strong
That’s how I live when you’re not here
Mark Lecuona
Written by
Mark Lecuona
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   ---, Keith Wilson and Bianca Reyes
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