What is sacred?
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And who is pure?
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She lost her dreams there
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On the bathroom floor
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And we both cried for days
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If I was subtle
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If she was kind
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If we were lovers
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Of a different type
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What she was giving
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I could not hope to find
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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But this is not forever
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We were never sure
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And I could say I loved her
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But it’s not there anymore
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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She swears deep down she’s sorry
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And I hope she’d never lie
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If we walk away too slowly
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Then we both might change our minds
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Now I am counting
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The blackest birds
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Asleep in winter
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In a field so white it hurts to see
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Still I’m feeling cursed…
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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But this is not forever
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We were never sure
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And I could say I loved her
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But it’s not there anymore
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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She swears deep down she’s sorry
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And I hope she’d never lie
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If we walk away too slowly
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Then we both might change our minds
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(Bridge x6)
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Here’s to my new friends
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A toast to the weekend
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It’s time to begin again
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So here’s to my new friends…
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New Friends
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| Ron Pope |
