9.Again
It's mine or yours, nothing can change, nothing changes me
The words, I wait to hear, they could mean, more than I even
know
And so, time flows, it rolls with each single hour, clock ticks,
clock ticks as I wait again.
It's true, that you feel free, but no-one's free from the past
we have
I think, more than I, think is safe, more than I wish I would
And so, time flows, it rolls with each single hour, clock ticks,
clock ticks as I wait again.
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