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She is ancient history, but she’s still a mystery
Have I been too blind to see, what is right in front of me?
Late at night or break of dawn, every road I travel on
Every word in every song, telling me I might be wrong
But I know I will always feel the same
Even though all the heartache and the pain still remains,
Mm Mm Mm, to this day, Mm Mm Mm, to this very day
Days of old are gone but yet, only wish I could forget
Like a love you never met, nothing lost and no regret
She would always say to me, “if you love me, set me free”
Was I just too blind to see, what was right in front of me?