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Babe I don’t know what went wrong
I’m sure I’m over my head
Can you please give me a call?
When we’re tired
With nothing else to say
Too foolish to walk away
Trust me I’ve been holding onto the same thing
How can I let it go?
Can’t deny that I’m somewhat of a stranger
What is it, if I may ask you?
One more last time
'Cause I might fear it’s too late
Be kind be well is fine
I might just take my time
To gather what I need to say
Days are running on
Like our bodies running on the pavement
Words written wrong and written well
Can’t make out what has come from this consequence