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For your eyes only
I know somewhere
We'll find a little place for you and me
It all turned out a different way
Can't feel the pulse in our veins
So weak today
We'll let our heart beat guide us though the dark
Just trust me

We have to go a thousand oceans wide
One thousand dark years when time has died
A thousand stars are passing by
We have to go a thousand oceans wide
A thousand times against an endless tide
We'll be free to live our life



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So I'll walk the plank & jump with a smile; if I'm going down, I'll do it with style. And the best part is, you'll never hear me surrender.

My kindness will kill me one day. Actually it already is, right now... and this time, there's no turning back. It's like leaping off a cliff with no strings attached, just hoping that something will be there to break the fall. It's mad, but I'm willing to lose it all if it's for the better. My current situation is breaking me apart. I hope I make it through it all.

My mind is in a mess and nothing seems to be going right. He comes and goes, sweeping me off my feet, then leaving me out there in the cold, crashing my hopes. To be on the losing end, it's probably what I deserve for being a partypooper. I think I'm going mad; I can't even talk to myself anymore. Nobody else will understand me... Not anymore.

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