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She's Already Taken

When a man finds himself At a crossroads in this life And he's searching for the woman That he can call his wife He looks to his past To see where he's gone wrong He picks up his old heart And tries to tear down walls To hold you in my arms To hear your I love you There's just one small problem That we can't work through She's already taken My heart and my dreams By a man who still loves her So where does that leave me When I tell you that I love you I hope you will understand Its my dying wish to hold you And for me to be your man Like the pinnacle of love The pedestal I place you on Reaches higher than the Heavens Our souls our strongest bond But she's already taken My heart and my dreams By a man who still loves her So where does that leave me Can our once secret kiss Lead into love Though it never really had too Cause for me it always was As she looked away I saw The smile upon her face Was she thinking of the what could be Or how time has helped erase The thoughts of how she felt Have my dreams all been disproved Did my soft and gentle forehead kiss Translate to I Love You She already knows Just what she means But I want her to know That in us I still believe Though she's already taken My heart and my dreams There's no man alive Who can love her like me Shaken not stirred Now she's living the life And He's hoping his money Will keep her by his side What are the chances In a small town like this That we could meet our soulmate Yet somehow miss the bliss In a small town your lucky If you don't settle for someone Did the Good Lord place my soulmate So our two could become one Because she's already taken One thing will remain It's the blame that I place on me And I'll never be the same

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