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by Rustic Overtones

The distance that distance can make.
These voices keep talking away.
I confess about this I'm not sane
But those edges don't seem quite as frayed.

That night I cried next to you
I didn't mean to make you worry
What my disturbing conscience can do.
From you I withdrew and I'm sorry.
I'll live with this
But slowly.

I swear that I knew you well.
There were nights that I cried like hell.
I never said a word but you could probably tell
The words you left out were the ones that I felt

That night I cried next to you
I didn't mean to make you worry
What my disturbing conscience can do.
From you I withdrew and I'm sorry.
I'll live with this
But slowly.

You have my favorite face
And my favorite smile.
There is my favorite place.
These are my favorite times.
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