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AAm scrapbook on my lap. A soft head onF my shoulder. CBehind loose plastic pages are some fadiGng photographs AmPeculiar fashion styles In the coFrner there's a baby CBehind the infant smile is a heaGrt I recognize. WAmhat was I doing then? Learning toF take some steps. CThen walking through adolescence some thGousand miles away. AmAnd up in heaven God called a meetinFg. CAnd in the space that was next to mine hGe chose to write your name.
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IF never uGndersAmtood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance. C F G F But I'lGl forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed. AmWhat are the chances...
There's the place where the story about us started and took the stage. It's been so many days. And now the bricks are starting to crack. Feels a little weird looking back because some things have changed, some things have died, but somehow you've stayed the same all this time... I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance. But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed. What are the chances... Some will say that it goes away. I will run and chase it down through that rolling thunder and rain. I will risk my sails and all this boat to be in that storm.
AmEitCher way I am going to stay. Though the waves will try to pull me away... Either way I am going to stay.