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Wrote this last night.
I want to be the one with her right now
Holding her close as she sobs on my shoulder
I want to be the one kissing her forehead
And telling her everything will be OK
I want to be the one that takes her to Chicago Creek
And helps her hand bury her Lost Beloved
In the little pine box she made
And place it in the ground, my hands over hers
As Blackrock 2000 plays in the background.
I want to be the one who takes her to Glenwood
And honeymoon suite to help melt all her worries away
I want to be the one that crawls in bed with her
And whispers an "I love you" before a tender kiss
I want to be the one to make her laugh
Whose arm she smacks when I say something dumb
Who she bites, shoves, harangues, yet loves
And I want to love her back
I just want her.
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I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the door
I still rage and wage my little war
I'm a shade and easy to ignore
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