I Can'T Be the One
When rivers flowed down my wet eyes,
And my pillow was drenched in tears,
You were the one who heard my cries,
And helped me to chase off my fears.
I heard their sermon, of the Sears,
Even after a million tries,
I won't bring you all of the cheers,
Because that is where my fate lies.
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