How many times have we said goodbye?
Knowing we'd meet up again
And how many nights have we spent crying?
Feeling the morning creepin'.
Well I know I'm alone when you lay by my side
And now when we walk we walk slow
And the words we have tied, leave me unsatisfied.
Like a kite at the end of it's rope.
So its no use to hide, whats plain to see
Its something
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