It's the same tree,
The same road,
The same neighbourhood
Everyday.
And same work,
Same place to stay.
Same woman to share
Stories with.
Why do we cry
When we fall in love.
Is it because we unknowingly
Don't want anyone to come in
And share our hearts and soul.
Same afternoon sun
Same bed, same time
But the heart doesn't agree
When I say......
This will go on forever.
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