Where the Lovers Go

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I live where the real people live
Where the beggars beg
And the givers give

I want to go where the lovers go
Where time passes but not so slow
And there’s no difference between the fool’s gold

As dawn breaks the sun pierces the clouds
The dew drops
But the rain is never loud

For some, tomorrow will bring sorrow
Others will return upon what they borrow

Left abandoned and creating rust
Only a few can you trust

Hypocrisy shines a bright light through the stained glass
As the saints and the sinners return to mass

We walk together
Wandering
Only some are free

But I’d rather be where the lovers be

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