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The last thing she thing she ever said to me Was "How do you keep a fool in suspense?" I've been waiting for her phone call ever since When early morning suppertime is the only one you'll know You pick some dreams that make you let the others go So I guess if this is paradise I've no room to complain All that I could ever want so happily beneath me So forgive this empty feeling though a tattered hope remains If I could just communicate perhaps it would alleviate So I ride out to meet my destiny To make good on my mistake A destruction or redemption in my wake Could it be the only thing I need is simply just to see The outcome is the bitch of being free And I guess if this is paradise I've no room to complain All that I could ever want so happily beneath me So forgive this empty feeling though a tattered hope remains If I could just communicate perhaps it would alleviate Reckless I am chafing at restraints that make me wait By sundown I should break free and escape So remember me, try to believe that in some way I still care I like to think I do, but from out there And I guess if this is paradise I've no room to complain All that I could ever want so happily beneath me So forgive this empty feeling though a tattered hope remains If I could just communicate perhaps it would alleviate Alleviate Alleviate |
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