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(álbum: Likewise - 2020)


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Or was given a little more time
There just doesn't seem to be much room
For a reply
And it's possible it only belongs
Where it happened, fine
According to John
Fear softens into doubt
To what do I cling and think is mine, no
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Whether or not I have
Or was given a little more time
There just doesn't seem to be much room
For a reply
And it's possible it only belongs
Where it happened, fine
According to John
Fear softens into doubt
To what do I cling and think is

Whether or not I have
Or was given a little more time
There just doesn't seem to be much room
For your reply
And it's possible it only belongs
Where it happened, fine
According to John
Fear softens into doubt
To what do I cling and think is mine, no
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