Free

We knew each other once

But I hope you don't know me.

If I could start it all again

I'd love to set you free.

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Don't think I don't remember what we've shared,

Or that I didn't feel the same.

I just can't believe what I was

And can't promise what I'll be.

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Deserving is a funny word

I know that it's not me;

Nonetheless you're still here

But I still hope you'll be free.

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If I ask myself what you want

Is your answer the same?

What's the point in asking that,

If this is how it'll be?

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I wish I could say for certain,

But you already know me.

We might run in this circle forever,

I'd love if we were free.

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