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--Much of What--
Much of what has come to pass,
has lovingly been built to last,
though placed in the past too fast,
there's only so long, there's only so long you can fly your flag at half-mast
Strolling beneath an umbrella,
I wanna be some new girl's fella,
I don't have much to sell her,
besides my thoughts, besides my thoughts,
Oh, I've got go much to tell her
You asked me if I wanted to talk about it,
so I did, and you said, "holy shit,
lets find us a comfy place to sit,
and rest our bodes for our minds,
for we must remain brightly lit"
The priest said he was scared, too,
just too sensitive to make it through,
He said, "just follow the subtle, sacred clues,
and try to make some sense, try to make some sense,
of what life does to you"
Now I'm wondering where life has taken,
that girl of whom I am forsaken,
It was a pure love we had been makin',
and we seemed to be together, together forever,
Oh, how I was mistaken
So, much of what has come to pass,
has lovingly been built to last,
though placed in the past too fast,
there's only so long, there's only so long you can fly your flag at half-mast
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