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Places

Take me to places Id rather me
Sun-soaked beaches and calm shifting seas
This isn’t home and this isn't free
This isn’t my life listen to me

I've already spoken
That’s all I have
Just a small token
Of days that have passed

There was a time not long ago
Where I could sit, just breathe
And just watch the clouds go

Id listen to birds sing
And whistle along
Humming a sweet tune
Joining the song

She was there with me
Beautiful and strong
Of all the things I loved
She meant most of all

Time passes slow
I'm still there
Everyone knows
I don’t have a prayer

Without you here
I will not be
Simply can never
Never be free.



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