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Whenver I'm alone I feel your ghost Your presence is known, I already know too much What you did in your past life is no business of mine I would join you and all, but I'm starting until we'll be fine Can't be left alone We were barely home I could tell by the look on your face You were trouble Taking step by step You were something [?] Then you lean into me How dead innocent You were trouble Not all the trouble Looking back I think that I loved you too much I was tearing you apart Right from the start We were destined to fail I don't know where to begin Look at the trouble I'm in I could've avoided this mess If I'd wanted you left But you got me all to yourself Well, perhaps there is a simple answer, not an easy answer. You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We'll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on Earth, or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness. We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity and the right to make our own decisions and determine our own destiny From Letras Mania