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That december we met on the Eastern shore
You were singing and drinking I wanted to let go
But the water was rising I thought it would drag us down
Just us alone on the river, our friends had all left town
And so we stumbled ahead and sample, the sign, we were home
Well the dream became a labour of love
And as we partied away we [?]
And we would never again be the same from within or without
And as you stare in to his eyes you can tell he's a sore, and though
He was like us someday and we should know
Will he forgive us for sins, will he forgive us for failures and doubts
But he will [?] on us, I wish we could've figured it out
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