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(D. Gutter)
The distance that distance can makethese voices keep talking away
I confess about this I'm not sanebut these edges don't seem quite as frayed
That night I cried next to you
I didn't mean to make you worrywhat my disturbing conscience can dofrom you, I withdrew, and I'm sorry
I live with this....but slowly
I swear that I knew you wellthere were nights that I cried like hell
I never said a word but you could probably tellthe words you left out were the ones that i felt-chorus-you have my favorite faceand my favorite smilethere is my favorite placethese are my favorite times
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