Torn |
Why is it that I must be torn between the things I need and the things I love?
Each passing day it gets harder the closer I draw to you the more real our distance becomes
Maybe this is a test of some kind Maybe this is an omen of things to come
Whatever it is I feel that This distancewith either tear us apart or fuse us together
-Jason Olson, 11/3/97 |
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