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It's taken a life to meet you A season to leave you I do it again- just to meet you to try to mend all we let defeat you and I again
I don't want you so involved in my life What choices I make are my own right You can get mad and angry But its your reputation on the line, not mine.   Watch over me whether I want you to our not,
I am from long winding roads,  from polaroid photos and old story books,  I am from the brick house at the dead end street, laughter and comfort. I am from the tall trees,  the snowflakes, 
As I drink my sweet tea, I remember my Southern upbringing. Running barefoot through the fields with my half-naked cousins and trying to avoid getting a whooping for playing in the mud.
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