Dry CelL
Under The Sun
We measure our lives in years
But they don't mean much
Always fading away
The things we can't touch
I Didn't want you to go
I Didn't want you to stay
I Didn't want you to know
What was inside of me
We measure our lives in years
But they don't mean much ...
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