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Feb 2014
Time is leaving me left in the dust
Leaving me out in the cold to rust
Time has been flying by without you
The possibility soon is making me blue
I can't imagine living in this world alone
Singing the blues in every different tone
I wonder if I have already lost the girl I knew
There is a possibility she's still deep inside you
There isn't much time left I sure do know
But I wish we could be happy, you never go
But it must be your unlucky and horrible fate
To enter heaven through the open holy gate
Brett W
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