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A Different Kind Of Freedom

I was sitting with you
but you weren't with me
No, you were still dreaming of Steve

A penny for your thoughts
but you couldn't reply
and I knew I needed to leave

This day will pass
The years will pass
These feelings will pass
Your future will pass before your eyes
as the men you meet fail to wear a disguise
One that allows you to believe

I was looking at you
but you never saw me
Oh how the past can deceive

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We Americans love to talk talk talk about freedom, but freedom is a tricky thing.

We are free to live in the past and long for loves of the past and regret our mistakes of the past to the point where we alter the future in an attempt to not repeat the past, but is that really freedom?

::::: | Wednesday, Jul 04 2007 at 3:51 PM
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