Another Day...
Another pride...
Somebody died
long before their time
I couldn'
I'm going to places we used to go
I still see
When I’m in trouble or out of step
If my balance
I can't stop
The way I feel
Things you do
Don't seem real
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love
I'll never be far from home
Talkin' on the telephone
You told
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