Picking Up the Pieces
I don’t want to be a saint, or a falling star
I’d rather be true
I may appear to be near but I’m far
I am through
I want to be, the one
I’ll never be your sun
When you hold me in your arms, I’m free
My dreams are bright
It’s a battle I wish you’d never seen
My only lost fight
The World as it used to Be
I am here, let’s go away and maybe we can share the light of day
I found the sea in your eyes once again, I am so alive
Yeah, come with me, I’ll show you how to see
The world as it used to be
Funny how we lost track of all the things, that meant something
I remember how it felt to be free, I was so alive
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