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It's always the same
Mourn for a life we can never reclaim
As time drifts away
We search for the reasons we can't make it stay
Alone in a shadowland
Turning to dust, blown away like the sand
One last soul to save
That hangs off a dream at the end of a thread
Mourn for a life we can never reclaim
As time drifts away
We search for the reasons we can't make it stay
Alone in a shadowland
Turning to dust, blown away like the sand
One last soul to save
That hangs off a dream at the end of a thread
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