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and there is no chance to linger
till your hand is holding mine
solitary footsteps never bring me anything new
and my voice is in the wind calling you
and come back to me
blindly beating back the wind
step in every footprint twice
I might have looked away
and missed you waving from train
and come back to me
and everyone is telling me you're only a dream
fly away from morning if the dawn tells you to flee
make your way home again and into the heart of me
the memories that drive me back
will always show like an old movie
on a lonely darkened screen
and come back to me