Only when you'll see them,
The things you'll never have
You’ll know your missing
The things you'll never have
You’ll know your missing
Sit still, it’s like chasing a windmill,
Or a carrot on a stick
You are only getting inklings
Getting closer…
Almost as if it was fading
To mostly black and white
You start to see more clearly
Getting closer…
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