JEFF DEHERDT
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2. The First Sign

Born to be beautiful, you're a natural symphony
a girl-next-door rhapsody
Making it difficult to be where I supposed to be
amazed by the scenery

Is you're mark of mystery
some dark omen of my misery?
Wish there was some guarantee
this is no dead end detour

Lost without a trace of time or place
Thought I was on my way down
But, now I found that
You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed
You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real.

Won't you show me the way back
I can't think and I keep losing track
I just seem to overreact
to the crimes that came before

Lost without a trace of time or place
Thought I was on my way down
But, now I found that
You're the first sign (and I'm the last one I would guess)
You're the first sign of my lasting interest

I'm in you're pocket now like a token of good faith
a charmed tied around you're waist
knowing somewhere somehow, if I ever lost my way
The map lies in your embrace.

Lost without a trace of time or place
Thought I was on my way down
But, now I found that

You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed
You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real.
You're the first sign (and I'm the last one I would guess)
You're the first sign of my lasting interest


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