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Feb 2014
Me
riding on the winds of mediocrity
waiting on a time when you and I will be
we are not the same as what we used to be
making up is lame when it's not happening
anyway
that's okay
save it for another day

You
Quiet on the end of telephone
and you
calling every day
yet I am still alone
then
when it's getting late and I have had enough
we're
serving up another plate of goodnight stuff.

and anyway
that's okay
save it for another day

Yeah anyway
that's okay
it's alright
not tonight
never mind
not unkind
understand
out of hand
okay then
I'll be there
when you tbink
I don't know
say a prayer
Hang it up
there you go
for all we know
that's the show
still just me.
g clair
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g clair
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