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first time i met you, you were looking for that pot of gold

while some were turned away, to you, the games never got old

and you know, i forgive you, and have no grudges that i hold

but now you're lost, and still searching, for someone to hold

i guess sometimes things can turn out bad, this world can be so cold





i know you never meant no harm

you used your special little charms

made them all fall  into your arms

then you'd just sound your alarm..



now you're all shaken up, feels like the ground is breaking up

and sometimes the worst part of the day, is just waking up

but if you let me, love you, i' promise I’ll try to make it up

I see that burden on your shoulders, just let me take it off





I am sorry, for everything I’ve done

I’m glad if, you’ve had some fun

I never set out to hurt anyone

I’m just a distant, ghostly reflection