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Lately, days have been dreams and toil is sleep.
Time is leaking out of my grasp while I'm turned away.
I look to tomorrow with a great deal of expectation, but it always turns out that tomorrow is just like today. Same streets, same people, same songs on the radio.
If I could find the window to a parallel universe
If I could find the road to the past
would everything be the same?
Time is leaking out of my grasp while I'm turned away.
I look to tomorrow with a great deal of expectation, but it always turns out that tomorrow is just like today. Same streets, same people, same songs on the radio.
If I could find the window to a parallel universe
If I could find the road to the past
would everything be the same?