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You, you stand to me it's a restless goodbye And I will be thinking of you, at least now I know I'll remain in your mind Chance? What chance is there of becoming your wish? I grant you so much, so soon Maybe I should learn just how to exist when I will be thinking of you I'm out of goodbyes do you want me to bleed or survive And if I don't believe in all this tomorrow and all this today Then this is my first, and this is my last time to wait for the life in your hands And if you want this so get out that tomorrow, get out that today Stand, stand in a field let the wind move your hair Look out for all that you see, read every thought and I pray you'll see me And there under your searching this life it is yours And it could be over too soon, you could awake where you are years from now And still never think about you You're not my first, but you'll be my last And I feel the summer arrive when you talk and touch with your hands And so this is right Take the days as they come I'm just waiting for the skies that take me to your sun I'm out of goodbyes, I'm barely alive Do you want me to bleed or survive? And if I don't believe in all this tomorrow all this today Then this is my first, and this is my last time to wait for the life in your hands And if you want this so get out that tomorrow, get out that today. |