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She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone
And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God giveme the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame
With hand on heart your right from the start,
You taught me to take my part.
No cross to bear, no reason to care, my life was all up in air
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[CENTER]Such a lonely day
And it
LOL