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TAL BACHMAN >> Merchandise Links
TAL BACHMAN
I'm making my way home, the headlights blur and glow Got my steering wheel gripped tight I'm gonna try again, but I'm not sure how to mend What's gone wrong without a fight I can't find the words you understand I'm at wit's end We're up and down like an ocean A tidal wave of emotion I don't know what to do, and nothing comes to mind My inspiration has run dry Looks like we're finally broken I'm pulling up the drive, taking too much time Like a stranger out of place I'll try to force a smile, if only for awhile Till we sit down face to face If I hear you, and you hear me It should be so easy We started something so fine and rare And now we're stuck in neutral we're going nowhere We're going nowhere I held my breath and walked through the door I said , “I think we ought to try once more” You said, “I just don't want to anymore, because we're-” I don't know what to think, don't know what to say We're out of line and I'm losing faith
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