In the thick, northern most jungle of Thailand,
There is a place I have been.
It is a sacred place and it’s people
the kindest I have ever met.
We relaxed one afternoon and shared fruit
down by the river as the sweet smell of incense
drifted out of the ancient stone temples,
and the sounds of chanting monks could be heard through the leaves that rustled in the wind.

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There was a time
There was a place
But there was fear inside
A witty line to save my face
A parachute of pride

To cross a line, takes a tiny step
But will this spark cause the bridge to burn
My fear entwined with my regret
A beated path for safe return

So here we are, all just the same
And you will never know
My secret plan, how close we came
To share another road

And have I lost my only chance
To tell you how I feel inside
Is it just me, I’d like to know?
Or are we all just a little blind?

There’s a thing called love
That we all forget
And it’s a wasted love
That we all regret

You live your life just once
So don’t forget about a thing called love
Don’t forget, forget about a thing called love

Cause there’s a thing called love
That we all forget
And it’s a wasted love
That we all regret

You live your life just once
So don’t forget about a thing called love
Don’t forget, forget about a thing called love

Broken promises die, like roadkill
Their on the side of the street
Concrete casualties of love
Chewed up and spit out
Raise high then dropped down
And now I don’t know what’s left of me.

I’ll collect myself and crawl through the shadows.
Reach up my hands to the sky and shout out
I’ll never make these same mistakes again.
Cause someone up there holds the key to my heart
I’d do everything to tear it apart
By never allowing myself to let you win.

When all I want is for you to see.
The side that I don’t show to anyone in fear that they may turn and run.
Alone and incomplete,
No more tears to cry and no more blood to bleed.

I’ll fall forever endlessly
When you should be the ground beneath my feet
The better half of me.

When all I want is for you to see
The side that I don’t show to anyone in fear that they may turn and run.
Alone and incomplete,
No more tears to cry and no more blood to bleed

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