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Mar 2012
It was Sunday when you cried
into my lap you were dying inside
I was hoping I could end it,
but your tears made me feel like a new beginning
So I sat
and I waited
maybe you were admitting you were wrong
For so long, I had prayed that
I could be the high note in your song

But tears only covered up the shame you held in
You weren't admitting anything
You were only crying because your time was up
and you new your love could never be enough

You cried for me
I cried for you too
You'd die to be
back into my arms if only you could

You lied to me
Sometimes I'd lie to you
You'd die to be
back into my arms if only you could
C A
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C A  Oregon
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