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Words, being put onto paper The things I couldn't say Because your lips got in the way Hands, writing words on the paper Where they now hold a pen Held you up and down again
I may have spoke too soon But God, I hope I haven't written too late
I hope you haven't moved on yet That you know what I regret That you understand that all this time I've been prayin' that you'll find And believe the truth behind The words that say it better That's why I wrote this letter
Lost, can't get to where I'm goin' I've never dealt with this before Cause without you, I search no more Speak, please speak I know I'll hear your call Your words cut like the sharpest knife They bury me and bring me life
I know I spoke too soon But you always said it's never too late