(D. Gutter) The distance that distance can
make these voices keep talking away I
confess about this I'm not sane but these
edges don't seem quite as frayed That night I
cried next to you I didn't mean to make you
worry what my disturbing conscience can
do from you, I withdrew, and I'm sorry I
live with this....but slowly I swear that I
knew you well there were nights that I cried
like hell I never said a word but you could
probably tell the words you left out were the
ones that i felt -chorus- you have my
favorite face and my favorite smile there
is my favorite place these are my favorite
times
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