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by Chris Spangler   Nov 24, 2004


In the walls of this city, deep within i find comfort.

You have taken, all that matters to me.

I can see you, but you cant see me.

She walks a fine line behind pink fallen petals.

She wears a crown, and if i could i would give her a medal.

I think im lost, but this map keeps bringing me back to you.

But you leave me insecure, and you let me down.

Thats why i cant be with you

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