You knew those Belvedere weekends
Were just the beginning
Of a long way home

You were not meant to be
Just good friends


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You were ahead of your time


From Baltimore to Paris
You held your head up high
Held back the tears

Across the years

A prisoner of circumstances

Outside looking in
If you had your time over


He was your lonely little boy
Lost in deep water and about to go down
You soon became his favorite toy

A brighter jewel than any in the crown

He abandoned what he promised you

When he could not turn the tide
With a lifetime to prove yourselves
It was enough for you to be at his side

You gave up your pride

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One step ahead of your time