Barry Van Allen

You just got surprised:
Oh! . My God!
Oh! , My God!
Oh! , My God!
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Quiet mornings without love,
too many evenings without tenderness,
too many days without a kiss,
no one to share success with.
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I am afflicted with those memories,
sometimes, I'm glad that I have them,
sometimes, I feel cursed that they are me,
sometimes , I'm not sure how I feel,
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Hidden in the shadows of her mind,
there are some reasons that the lady cannot find,
I could not see them as they were,
I didn't see enough, or read the signs,
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Let's be quiet as it's happening,
let us listen to the silence,
I don't suppose that I look cold,
but, warm me anyway.
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After 18 years of marriage,
she said to him - ' it's over ' ! ,
It was not even close to being
from the blue! ...
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It's two O'clock on a Saturday,
and the regular bunch stumbles out,
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I have traveled down the road of many vices,
I have traveled down the road of fractured dreams,
I have traveled down the roads of lovers leaving,
and I have traveled down those roads enough, it seems.
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There will come a time,
I feel that it's only destiny,
when I will not be able, strong or willing,
to walk the extra mile,
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Feeling fine one day,
next day struck by illness,
feeling like you will never dance again,
when sweet health again returns,
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Hold on to your privates...
perhaps, the last chance you may have,
to keep the baby and the water,
- - - somewhere near the bath.
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I suppose I should be thankful,
that you're not ' oozing ' on my floor,
- - - you're SO full of it,
that I doubt that even you,
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It really won't be long until I'm older,
with every year that passes, I can see,
the life-times I have wasted,
although, I am only weeks from '23'.
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When I was ' something-teen' ,
she was everything that I believed in,
- - - I gave myself to her,
My broken heart took years to lose,
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Everybody wants to grow up in the Sixties,
even those whose date of birth is solid in the Nineties.
That Twenty - Twenty hindsight,
is very, very, blurred.
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Put that paste back in that tube,
Put that sound back in that bell,
Put that spilled milk in those shards,
'cause I don't want to go through hell!
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From incidental passage,
came the vision of a dream,
an angel of the wind.
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I could have been big enough,
I could have been mean enough,
I could have been plenty nasty,
BUT, I'm the guy that waited,
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There she goes again,
she just passed through my mind,
I can't see which way to go today,
... her love no longer mine.
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The sky is not very far from there,
you can almost reach and touch it,
until that is experienced...
there is no way to explain it.
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