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I lost myself in these streets a passenger of foreign tongue the sun sets in the same language and rises just the same these was no grand design to get to this point no absolutes, no give truths we were not carved in stone she sent the sun to heal me she sent the moon to guide me and when the words failed me so she lay beside me sometimes I get to thinking of the past when I had more then a drink or two who knows where the days go and would you ever whant them back |