Endeavoring the memory.
I hold with each passing day.
But blood still
The thought of fairwell leaves me aching. Last chance to
I saw the look in your eyes that night.
I dreamt
Pick up the pieces in my life.
Holding on so tight
I never meant to take this trip alone.
for what it's
Every step I take
makes me wonder how I got here
Dwelling
This could be the answer
to all that Ive hoped for
These
[instrumental]
I'm not one to be a judge of character, but
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