Caught in a whirlwind of distractions
I'm losing touch with You
So
I say it's not my fault
As I run and hide
Ok, you tell me this and
Alright you tell me that
You hold up a sign
You shout out some lines
As
Have you ever wished upon a star
You could be someone
It's cold outside
The wind is blowing on my face again
Stumbling
You say you don't care what I have to say
You
I, I just read your letter
And I, I can't tell
And I'm all mixed up again
Which way should I go
So
Each step I take from You I see who I
Have we played these games too long
That tomorrow's come and
She buries her head in her pillow again
She's looking for
I feel lost and I feel fear
Of the words that
It's a beautiful mistery
The power of your grace, the way
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