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By Ron Sexsmith, It all seems so obvious now
When I look back over
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By Ron Sexsmith, in the midst of all this welcome change
I can hardly
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By Ron Sexsmith, If I had all this time on my hands
Well I
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By Ron Sexsmith, As I try to be the man for her
Far across
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By Ron Sexsmith, Child star, child star
You've reached the end of the road
They
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By Ron Sexsmith, Some morning you may find yourself alone
And there’ll be
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By Ron Sexsmith, Some say you've got to lose to win
Any moment now
Our
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By Ron Sexsmith, Can't believe our luck sometimes
Anyway things will fall apart
And somedays
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By Ron Sexsmith, And up above me its the same old sky
Be it
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By Ron Sexsmith, How I hate to see you this way
I feel for
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By Ron Sexsmith, Foolproof
That's what my heart's become
And I challenge anyone to break
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By Ron Sexsmith, I feel for the driver
In the aftermath
Of a child who
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By Ron Sexsmith, From a few streets over
Before the sun goes down
You can
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By Ron Sexsmith, I woke up on Galbraith Street
Where the houses stood like
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By Ron Sexsmith, God loves everyone
Like a mother loves her son
No strings at
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By Ron Sexsmith, Like a fool I’m reaching out, Lord
To the hands
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By Ron Sexsmith, I'm a bit run down
But I'm okay
I just feel like
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By Ron Sexsmith, Though you don't believe your eyes
As your mind's taken by
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By Ron Sexsmith, Dreams come true in Heaven
All the time
Baby how on earth
She
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By Ron Sexsmith, Hate to be
The bearer of bad news
But lately
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By Ron Sexsmith, The end must come for some good reason
I've heard it
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By Ron Sexsmith, oh it never fails, anytime I start
to speak my mind
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By Ron Sexsmith, My eyes are telling me leave well enough alone
My feet
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By Ron Sexsmith, Skies are grey for miles around
Though the sun tries hard
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By Ron Sexsmith, Maybe this Christmas will mean something more
Maybe this year
Love will
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By Ron Sexsmith, High above it all
These words have lingered on
"I won’t let
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By Ron Sexsmith, If I were to listen to my doubts
I'd think my
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By Ron Sexsmith, He sees it coming from a mile away
He knows all
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By Ron Sexsmith, Here's the story of a poor loser
From the wrong side
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By Ron Sexsmith, Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day
Walking with my family,