The grass we lie on lies on faded dreams
The dream we hold on holds on absent hopes
We drift away
Yet slower than the waters
We are lost in space
Yet calling out, hoping to hear something back
The grass we lie on lies on faded dreams
The dream we hold on holds on absent hopes
We drift away
Yet slower than the waters
We are lost in space
Yet calling out, hoping to hear something back
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