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When i strum a song, before i'm done,
i play out my fears, and melodize how you've run,
i keep my hand mighty and strong,
not a burn on my skin from sitting out hours under the sun,

until i get old, i'll swear i've dreamt,
of looking out on a field, keeping a promise i kept,
bus ticket secured tightly under my vest,
feelings stuffed just right under my chest,

i know it can get rough, but you're never alone,
for you i'll be tough, just stop acting like a stone,
the situation is starting to get critical,
i ran to you completely falling for in your hole,

now i'm trapped like a boat after a flood on a cliff,
i let you take flight, just to watch you break the lift,
plummeting downward you're still gods best gift,
i'd strum all this out in one little riff.