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It took time, took time to develop a concept |
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A new me |
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based upon the traits from which I could not flee |
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It took time, took time to embrace the nature |
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of my dreams |
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All this time just turned into a sad long wait |
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This sad long tale of moments pass' |
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must come to an end before it is too late |
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Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love |
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but I never knew it was so hard |
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It took time, took time to accept the fact |
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that one must lose |
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everything except what you do not choose |
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It's taken time, long time and yet more time |
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it will take |
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before my heart is free and brave enough to break |
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This sad long tale of moments pass' |
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must come to an end before it is too late |
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Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love |
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but I never knew it was so hard |
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This sad bouquet of forget-me-not |
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that I threw away is growing scars and dots |
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In this weary heart where there's a bird, so shy |
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but one of these days that bird will learn to fly |