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Maybe, my baby, I am at fault.
I could have rushed because I've waited so long to say,
How's my lady feel today?
Not to say,
Maybe we should look away.

You told me don't worry, it's not too late.
I knew no option.
I figured fate was the key I threw away the day you met me.
I don't think we should think rationally.

You said,
We've still got our outs.