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Jan 19, 2005 12:02

In a dream that i cant seem to shake,the dream,starts to fade away.
so youre leaving for months at a time,
i help you out the door but once youre gone i just stare out the window,
what a mess that i make of my days trying to save myself, save myself
then theres you, youre a mess to be made a canvas only paint could change
and a voice on the other end of the phone that says why
dont you write a song about it.
well here goes.
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