We call it from the bottom of my heart.
I'm here but I'm gone.
I feel no touch but I see your hand in mine.
Oh, I wish for it to go away.
If I only knew what would happen from the start,
In the beggining of this no-ending trip.
Will I fall?
And if so, can I get up?
I feel no touch but I see your hand in mine.
Oh, I wish for it to go away.
If I only knew what would happen from the start,
In the beggining of this no-ending trip.
Will I fall?
And if so, can I get up?
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