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Fingers by Michael Tartàglia, © 2000 |
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Let me be nineteen or fourteen again So I can relive these wasted years For the pursuit of personal success Proved too hard. For the tears I have shed, and the laughs I once displayed, have only been that. Feelings of a short moment, Being quick and personal at best Cannot be so withheld In the heart of my chest You try to hold back this time But, just as the bottle falls It slips through your fingers. |
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