One Thing
If there was only one thing I could do,
I'd always choose to move in close to you.
If ever I could undo a single thing,
I'd take no time in deciding.
I know it's you that I would choose,
Even though the world never missed you.
I cared, all this time
Not able to see past the police line.
I've missed you every single day,
Ever since that one last May.
Why´d they have to take you away
When your only crime was being gay.
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