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I sit on this bench.
I am strung up-
tied down to every question
When there is no answer.
I sit here with angels
Peddling demons tongue.
The fall turns in to December
We speak about a memory
But never the future

The band plays without our seats filled
Sitting on the edge
To what will happen next

I feel your soft hands
Only circumstance?
A lie whistles through the forest
Effecting the way we walk through the day
I hum to the tune of your picture frame
But it was all I had left.
It's what happens to cheap wine.

She peddles fast
When no one is around
Words come like lightning
Spilling ink for every mistake.

I am left to realize

We speak about honey
And daisies
But where is the bee

The bench is cold
Jesus walks by.
I ask, "where shall we go from here?"
He says follow me.......
Without questions.

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I sit on the city's edge
I think a lot about the conversation we had
And the hazy sunshine
And I hummm to the beat of the drum of the love I found
The one that slept inside
The one you woke up

I will tell you this controversy is driving me crazy
And maybe this song is silly
Because I haven't slept since I found you
And I haven't lived until I loved you

So listen up
There's no one better
They cant ever conger a conversation
Or ever understand
All these boys that call
And make promises That all add up to nothing but a phone call-

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Another one I dragged over from FB

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