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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Where Would I Go?

No one has the answer
No one ever showed me how to fall
Will you catch me?
She tried to hide behind the high tempest
It's quiet in my reverie
You broke the silence with a leap
A hero set her free
When you sang to me, Baby
You sang to me, oh, my favorite song
You know you, you're more than I could dream
And love is bending me

Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Where would I go?

Where would I go
Left on my own?
Where would I go?

Someone understands me
Someone's sympathetic to my side
You're my life here
We find these times
They fly right by together
Remember when you bled on me
I was made to meet you,
Made to know you,
Made to hear you sing
Sing to me, sing to me
Sing my favorite song
You know the one that he wrote for you
The one that makes me close my eyes
And make believe that you are mine

Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Where would I go?

Where would I go
Left on my own?
Where would I go?

Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Where would I go?

Where would I go
Left on my own?
Where would I go?

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