Beatrice

Where did it go? What will we be if we're running away?
We've taken an oath;
the places we've seend and the things that we've said
Steady on my feet, I'm working overtime
Taking seventh street down to the borderline
What do we know if all that we've been is forever intwined?
I'm itching to go, grabbing my things, to escape through the night
I accept defeat that is my only crime
You never save my sead and I pretend its fine
Mementos we keep, we sow wath we reap, but we speak so unkind
I don't leave, I don't see the life that you find
Begging on my knees, I can't reverse the time
You still look displeased like I just picked a side...
picked a side



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Writer(s): Alin Warner Hiatt, Robert Tilden
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