| [ Six Months :: 2002-03-11
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the news is filled with bombs and guns it seems no peace for anyone either here or far away fiery explosions blow hard concrete apart in NYC and in my heart 6 months ago today families grieve for the ones they lost and I for the one I loved the most - now she's gone to stay the helpers come to load and pack to move me back to where I was oh take me back to where I was 6 months ago today the room's empty now almost as bare as my heart gotta make a new start gotta make it start today and maybe someday I'll find a love true maybe somehow as good as it was with you 6 months ago today |
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