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Apr 2017
I don't know if you can tell
The way I came to you is not how I'm gonna' leave
There is nothing in my conscience left
The emptiness is not a fire burning
It's just a match that doesn't need to be lit
It's only there if I need the help
But I can take it from here
Sometimes you just know you are right
Even if you can't prove it
I grew up when stating my case didn't matter anymore
This time I know I'm right
And waiting for you to agree is not gonna' happen
Mark Lecuona
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