Black and white, all color fades to gray.
Standing motion, facing back to back to
These times youve gone without.
It feels like this life youve never talked about.
Its more than who you are.
To that dream you could not keep.
To the girl youve kept inside,
These times youve gone without.
It feels like this life youve never talked about.
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