You let go of my hand
You drifted away
Holding on to hope
I followed your way
Each passing hour
Each moment that speeds
I dream of you
Right next to me
I wake every morning
With a fistfull of dreams
Only to see it disseminate through my fingers
And I'm lost...
You drifted away
Holding on to hope
I followed your way
Each passing hour
Each moment that speeds
I dream of you
Right next to me
I wake every morning
With a fistfull of dreams
Only to see it disseminate through my fingers
And I'm lost...
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