You know I thought That my eyes, they would be dry But now I see and know The moment has a bitter taste I will not have my statements Spit back in my face We all struggle for our dreams To be realized They end up objects of our Own despise... why? The dance of days How did I find myself standing In this place? We had done so much And now I find myself standing In this place again We can do so much more Maybe we went a little too fast Maybe we better slow down
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