The sun still rises, the moon still shines
I've seen it over ten-thousand times.
But this may be the year I will disappear.
Come through my window, not through my door
Leave me a number I can ignore.
Then go tell everyone what we might have done.
And don't mind what you've heard
It's just an empty word.
I've seen it over ten-thousand times.
But this may be the year I will disappear.
Come through my window, not through my door
Leave me a number I can ignore.
Then go tell everyone what we might have done.
And don't mind what you've heard
It's just an empty word.
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