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We pile up days to our stock
we check them out from time to time
we cannot grab what we don't have
if tomorrow were right here, you'll be in my arms

there's just one thing
I cannot solve
there's too many tomorrows
'til my lips reach yours

I'm walking through these lonesome streets
where once I dreamed being awake
the same old clouds up in the sky
same meaningless living without you by my side

they try to impress me
with silver and gold
I say don't bother and get rid of them all
I'm stranger here and there
and another days without here
it's a day to waste
the truth told, out of time
it would always sound like a lie
things will last for a while
before they fade out into a heartless past

I believe in all and I believe in none
I believe in things that are long gone
so I piled up days to try to solve
what could go wrong if my lips reach yours

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from Songs from Exile, released November 12, 2019

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