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under these pretty skies,i wait for you to come to me; while the head knows you want to be set free, the heart knows you are my only synonym of glee

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under these pretty skies,
i wait for you to come to me;
while the head knows you want to be set free,
the heart knows you are my only synonym of glee.

i stand here knowing not what to do,
waiting for you for days or moving on in a few;
im in a dilemma because i don't want to leave,
but i also know you're not someone worth the keep.

standing across pathways we look at each other,
knowing not how we turned from friends to foe to one another.

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