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( X ) • Caint go THERE no mo' Ain't no love there no how •• We ran together the fields We swam naked The stream •• Then we grew up like fools •• 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
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
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( X ) • Caint go THERE no mo' Ain't no love there no how •• We ran together the fields We swam naked The stream •• Then we grew up like fools •• 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
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
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