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Every time

Every time

Every time we
Get that
Little bit angry, we
Start to fume,
Start to yell,
Start to
Take it all inside.

Every time we
Get that
Lip quiver goin’, we
Start to tear,
Start to fumble,
Start to
Act like we’re OK.

Every time we
Look forward to
That moment on the park bench,
Sitting, resting
Hands on laps, just a-
Hoping we’d move our palms over,
Just a-
Hoping we’d get over that
Little tussle, and
We always will, we always will
Give in to
The future
Let the past go by.

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