How can this be
I plea
From the mountian top
Shouting out for the world to hear
To hear my fear
Of losing somebody near
And dear to me
I dropp to a knee
To plea
To God
To give me the nod
To have the odd's
Of winning your heart
Cause it's tearing me apart
Knowing that were worlds away
I pray
For you to lay
Your weary head on my chest
And the rest
Is history...
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