more i think about it.
When I think about it, I know that I was never there or even cared. The more I think about it, The less that I was able to share with you. I try to reach for you, I can almost feel you. You're nearly here and then you disappear! If I beg and if I cry. Would it change the sky tonight? Would it give me some light? Should I wait for you to call? Is there any hope at all?
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