So Close, Still So Far.
Everyday we sit and talk together,
Hours upon hours 'bout everything
From how you ares to homework and weather
It's almost like being a queen and king
We can sing our own language we can still hold
Our own conversations so sincerely.
But yet my beating heart feels cold.
Not matter how close you stand here with me
We both know we will not truly be free.
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