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Here You Belong
sometimes on the weekends I just sit here and write trying to stay positive through long and lonely nights don't want to do nothing and sure don't want to fight but life just seems to want to feed me wrongs... ...as though they're rights so I am not crying (oh yes I am) so I am not whining (who gives a damn) so I am not living (don't want to die) so I am not trying (don't know why) I hear you friend... why do some people set you up for a fall? putting on a different mask for wherever they are? is control so important that they'd betray all? I just want to find the truth but who really... ...wants to go that far? but I'm not crying (not supposed to) no I'm not whining (it might hurt you) no I'm not feeling (only you can) no I'm not alright (I'll be a man) I hear you my friend... seems we have a double standard don't worry the truth will show people will make their own decisions if you just let go... sometimes on the weekends I just lay here and sing trying to stay healthy while jumping through old rings feeling as though all my love doesn't mean a thing cuz people just seem to want to control... ...as though they're queens and kings but I'm not crying (nobody's wrong) and I'm not lying (just sing a song) and I'm not buying (won't tag along) so I'm goodbyeing (tired of being strong) I hear you my friend ....here you belong Here You Belong (Edie's Song) Ric Candor ©1999 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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