Sometimes it feels like it's meant to be broken
We try to avoid every commotion
Sometimes it seems we're at the wrong station
Sometimes it feels like imagination
Why don't we go against the tide?
We keep running, we keep on running
Before it all echoes, echoes, and goes
Hold my hand and keep your eyes closed
I suppose it's just a matter of time
Sometimes we act like we've already chosen
By remembering how it used to be golden
Against all their advice
It's just a matter of time
Crashing against the walls
Before it all echoes, echoes and falls
Before it all echoes, echoes, and goes
Hold my hand and keep your eyes closed
I suppose it's just
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