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Sep 13
Trying to find something to hold on to

*******, I feel burned through

You held me together like glue

But now you're no longer in view
That bright hue

Oh, how it glew

You pulled me up to the heugh

But what we had is past due
Won’t you come back through,

My baby blue?
I trace the outlines of you

In the silence I sift through

Your laugh still echoes throughout the room,

Like a ghost that won’t resume

I gave all I ever knew

But still, I couldn’t break through

Now I’m stuck in this view

Of a life without you
The nights are long, the sky stays gray

Hope fades slow, then slips away

If I had the words to make you stay
Would you have turned, or walked away?
Was it me, or just bad timing?

Was it fate, or were we blindly
Gripping tight to something fraying
Still pretending we were flying?
Won’t you come back through,

My baby blue?
Written by
Bruce Parker
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