I think of dreams while in my heart you're gone,
And time goes on.
My clothes stained red, it's blood straight from my vein,
You're gone again.
Of all the things you said, were any true?
I wish I knew.
And time goes on.
My clothes stained red, it's blood straight from my vein,
You're gone again.
Of all the things you said, were any true?
I wish I knew.
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