Well, I've got time
To recount every stranger's praise, or slight
Or you could see the moments I hold tight
They make up all of me
And yes, I'll be fine
I may only get to say this once, or twice
There's sweetness in the fading days and nights
Now that I get to be
To recount every stranger's praise, or slight
Or you could see the moments I hold tight
They make up all of me
And yes, I'll be fine
I may only get to say this once, or twice
There's sweetness in the fading days and nights
Now that I get to be
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