You Picked a Fine Time To Leave Me.
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You picked a fine time to leave me.
I'm not a quitter, but I've finally quit living on dreams.
I used to travel a thousand miles a second, with my imaginations a blur of colors.
The beauty of the future, revealed in but a minute.
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times. Tougher years have come and gone, and our journey together has finally come to an end.
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You picked a fine time to leave me.
With summer just gone by, and the tourists all returned to continue living their lives.
Loneliness comes with it's own creativity, thoughts wander and imaginations run wild.
The dreams become reality and the journey is halfway completed.
But how then shall the goals be accomplished if the plans have all been organized and laid out but the architect goes missing?
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You picked a fine time to leave me.
With the wheels set in motion and the gears well oiled.
Time heals everything, and when all is healed the physician takes his leave.
You picked a fine time to leave me. And now I ride with the training wheels cut off, firm as I can hope for, grateful for your support while it was sorely needed.
So here is a link to download a song by Kenny Rogers titled "Lucille" proving that you were never the first one to leave a man hanging.
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