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Nov 2018
Half the country was conceived in the back of a Chevy.
In the dim lights of a drive-in movie
we would steal moments of bliss.
And in our youth we promised forever with every kiss.
Was it so long ago ?
Ages for you and me.
Pages written in ink
and stained in tears
in your secret diary.

Come hell or high water.
I lived my life as I saw fit.
Never looking back,
well, perhaps just a bit.
It's not my intention to steal the past
but Iā€™m not fooling myself,
not for a minute.
This gig's not gonna last.

Come hell or high water
I'm gonna take it all.
I'll take the back roads,
take the highways,
before I fall.
Then suddenly I found I was in a bad place on a good day.
I stood on my toes as I faced the grim reaper.
I said get on now,
'cause Iā€™m not ready to go.
Written by
Lou Gopal  M/Seattle
(M/Seattle)   
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