missbruka. . . .

After my picture fades and
darkness has turned to gray,
watching through windows
you're wondering if I'm OK.



You say go slow, I fall behind,
The drum beats out of time,



If you're lost, you can look
and you will find me,
Time after time,
If you fall, I will catch you,
I'll be waiting,
Time after time,




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