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These are the things that I miss the most The little things that I never noticed Wish I could go back just one time Feel the heartbeat Of innocence which in a sense is so sublime It's much easier to just stay cold You can't find your way back to the place that you would never dare to go to . And maybe someday I'll learn How to trust again . . . And not feel the burn And baby someway I'll discern The blowing of the wind . . . And not fear the turn . Drowning in the desert of deep regret Scorched in the river of secrets never told and never kept You can't go back to where you've never been You can't shut out your friends if you have never been a friend to them You can't undo what's been undone You can't win this race if all you ever do is run Look with your heart not just your eyes You can't live this life if all you ever do is wave goodbye . And maybe someday I'll learn How to trust again . . . And not feel the burn And baby someway I'll discern The blowing of the wind . . . And not fear the turn . So take a chance and just let someone in You may get hurt, you may get burned But then again . . . You just might make a friend And maybe someday I'll learn How to trust again . . . And not feel the burn And baby someway I'll discern The blowing of the wind . . . And not fear the turn

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