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This Is Where I Was Meant
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May 2012 Tired of being the nice guy who never knows,
what being loved real felt like, buy nice things?
dogs, movie tickets, liqour or diamond rings?
Through all that arose a reason,
that i was there for years, buildings away,
right in front of my face every day.
A couple of hookups add up to little,
we were much more than that to me,
even if now any feelings go right through me.
I guess this is where we belong,
me with no one giving you advice,
you with someone making you feel nice.
Oh, I must've not told you it lingers,
it will always be here but i'll never act,
i made you a promise, we formed a wolf pack.
