Can we ever get rid of the whats and the ifs,That doubts that exist in our minds
In the silence I am tricked into thinking you'll forget,And I'll be stranded like a man in a mine
The day between the soil and the sky,An emptiness, a void, a heaviness, a sigh,
But I know you will make through alive,Cause you never said goodbye...
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