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Marcus Foster and Sam Bradley in Lake Arrowhead, CA - April 1, 2012
Sam
Friday, April 6, 2012
When I gave myself to you it felt like wasted time.
When moves so fluid in one motion and flowed off into life.
It dawned on me that you may be the careful kind.
Am I foolish to believe that I can change your mind?
Chased you through streets overcrowded you must have been disguised.
It dawned on me that you may be the doubting kind.
And sure enough this heavy gust of wind seems to never die.
You breathe it in and back out again when I’m close and by your side.
Ooooooo Ooooooo Ooooooo Ooooooooo
Don’t let sadness rule your conscience.
Let your heart decide.
I will wait with no defenses for when your pain subsides.
It dawned on me that you may be the hurtin’ kind.
And sure enough this heavy gust of wind seems to never die.
You breathe it in and back out again when I’m close and by your side.
Ooooooo Ooooooo Ooooooo Ooooooooo
As this time has passed between us months have faded out.
They have broken what was often a man without doubt.
It dawned on me I may not see a sign I was not to believe that I am not your kind.
That I am not your kind.