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Mar 2017
I don’t care if this is where I start
It is the touch of your sweet breath
That is the only thing that is real to me
But there is one blank left to fill
It's the name of the last living heart

I can stay ahead of my dreams
I know where they are going
How could I not as I confess to myself
That’s the freedom of being honest
At least I know what everything means

Even a smile knows how to say goodbye
You don’t know when you will start again
Watching somebody else’s luck is hard
I keep thinking if she only met me first
But it’s my problem to catch her eye

Memories always try to eat someone new
But what’s on my mind is stronger than that
I’m going to stay and see how it feels
Nothings over my head because I know myself
It’s just about you believing what I say is true

It's not a matter of where I went wrong
I know exactly how I've lived my life
I can't say that the moon is any different
The sunset tonight watched me instead
We decided to me my mistakes all belong
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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