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He might not ever get the best of her She might never ever get the best of him The phrase "hope floats" is like kicks to the shins Hot, cold, rain or shine... thats the weather and how the world spins Bend, fold,try to intertwine... live's together, cant tell begginings from ends In and out Up and down Left, right, all around They both start to recognize the sound The onset of rot to rotten, remembered.. But forgotten Like a drop of water to cotton, its absorbed, but drips keep droppin' Heavily involved the situation had snowballed As it dreadfully disolved, both wish the other still called Nobody's fault, no reason to set the bar higher in life's pole vault Tried stalling longer after already being stalled... Its too late to light up these darkening halls -J.A.M
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
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He might not ever get the best of her She might never ever get the best of him The phrase "hope floats" is like kicks to the shins Hot, cold, rain or shine... thats the weather and how the world spins Bend, fold,try to intertwine... live's together, cant tell begginings from ends In and out Up and down Left, right, all around They both start to recognize the sound The onset of rot to rotten, remembered.. But forgotten Like a drop of water to cotton, its absorbed, but drips keep droppin' Heavily involved the situation had snowballed As it dreadfully disolved, both wish the other still called Nobody's fault, no reason to set the bar higher in life's pole vault Tried stalling longer after already being stalled... Its too late to light up these darkening halls -J.A.M
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
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