Everyday

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William Elliott Whitmore - Pop

Everyday

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As the sun came up over that eastern field today I could not help but think of you The feeling shoots through me like a bullet When I think of all the pain I put you through Every day I can see that I'm a part of you And you're a part of me It all used to make so much more sense And I'd have it all again if I could choose I've lost some things over the years But the memory I will not lose As the sun goes down over that western field I still can't help but think of you Wherever you are I hope your wounds have healed And you forgive me for the pain I put you through Everyday it tortures me I guess the apple fell too far from the tree

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