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How can you leave me at a time like this
You know the ocean where the sun comes up
Is different than the ocean
Where the sun goes down
these are the days
That were never really meant to be won
wiggle your toes, can you feel your soul
Winter suns you've been laying low
Arrows and bows prey in the cubicles
Lord I wish I was home
before you regret the days
That were never really meant to won
now that the day has passed away
Here I remain true to you again
The morning breaks, it must be fate
Starting over with a big finish
once again these are the days
That were never really meant to be won