The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face
Is looking up from underneath my feet,
It's staring at the hollow, broken body,
Who's lost and wandering these same old streets,
And every night I wander here alone,
A night that we won't meet.
[Chorus]
I wonder when.. when I'll finally understand,
Why time can wash away a life like,
It was made of sand,
And it's
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