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Walking hand in hand
In the darkness of a subway.
Whispering our thoughts into the
Almost night hiding from the light of day.
In a subway tunnel underground,
Our own secret dwelling.
You take take my face in your hands,
And with joy my heart starts swelling.
You say you love me,
That you always have and will.
You say you'll love me when nights are cold.
And when our hearts grow still.
I whisper back that I don't deserve you,
I haven't and never will. Even though
I'll always love you when our
Hearts are still.
You sit down in the dust
Of the old abandoned way.
You look at my sadly,
and then I heard you say:
"How do you know
That you don't deserve me?
Maybe I don't deserve you.
In fact, you're too good for me."
I drop to my knees to sit by him
I take his hand and cry,
I lay his head in my lap
As I whisper our lullaby.
"Hush now sweety,
Don't be sad,
Just remember the good life
We almost could have had.
If not for her
We might have been together,
Now we orbit
almost on a tether."
He whispers back
That that isn't how it goes.
Our lullaby ,akes us forget
All about our woes.
So I sing and he listens
As the words flow off my tongue,
My voice echoes in the tunnel
And I listen to what's being sung.
Then I wake up and reality floods
Back to my own mind.
I hang my head and cry again
Tears of a different kind.
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