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You were the prophet
With the truth of life written
Across your palms
And I would pray that
Your overlapping sentences
Would complete my broken ones
And replace time with
Perfect memories
My heart is heavy and my head is unclear
Waiting to Exhale
My eyes are watering and my soul is crying
Still waiting to exhale
My hands are trembling and my smile is weak
And I'm still waiting to exhale
