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Mar 2014
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Caint go THERE no mo'

Ain't no love there no how

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We ran together the fields

We swam naked
The stream

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Then we grew up like fools

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we sold the mountains of pure soul

For the praise of false friends

••

We spoke of understanding past deeds

...... Of finally choosing

To make amends

••

Then we played the same games

Ended up in shame -- again

••

Caint go there -- no mo'

Ain't no love there -- no how

••

Try to find that open field

Try to swim that stream again

Try to find you

And ask you
To

Come with me

To climb that MOUTAIN to our soul

To simply become a human being

I hope that we are not too late

Oh god! I hope it's not too late
Written by
jeffrey robin
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