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So you would choose convenience Over the one who would Run hours, miles, distance To reach the place you stood.
I hope you’ll grant me lenience; My intent’s only good. And forgive my insistence— I’d stop me if I could.
So you would choose convenience Over the one who would Run hours, miles, distance To reach the place you stood.
I hope you’ll grant me lenience; My intent’s only good. And forgive my insistence— I’d stop me if I could.