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Forgive, sounds good.
Forget: I’m not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I’m still waiting.

I’m through with doubt:
There’s nothing left for me to figure out.
I’ve paid a price,
An’ I’ll keep paying.

I’m not ready to make nice;
I’m not ready to back down.
I’m still mad as hell,
An’ I don’t have time,
To go round and round and round.
It’s too late to make it right;
I prob’ly wouldn’t if I could.
‘Cause I’m mad as hell:
Can’t bring myself,
To do what it is you think I should.

I know you said:
"Can’t you just get over it?"
It turned my whole world around,
And I kind of like it.

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets, and I don’t mind sayin’:
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her,
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world can the words that I said,
Send somebody so over the edge,
That they’d write me a letter sayin’ that I better,
Shut up an’ sing or my life will be over..

~not ready to make nice~ Dixie Chicks, Album: Taking The Long Way

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