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From the start

I recognized

You could say

I always knew

There was such a fear

In your eyes

And I wasn't

Everything to you

Things would not be the same

I had my faults

I wasn't much of a prize

You might've known we were through

But I didn't

Until I heard people in the back of the church

Callin out your name