The years, they come and go
And I get tired
I get tired of waiting
Waiting for someone
Waiting this pain to go away
Every year...
Every year is the same thing
Clear like a brand new idea
I know I can't expect anything
Because it's pretty much like
I'm sitting when everybody is running
And I'm still sitting
And they are still running
Don't look at me, I do want to stand up
Nothing breaks so badly like this feeling
This feeling of being alone
This feeling of not feeling a kiss
Not feeling a touch
If I could find a way
A road that would put me right in front of
Love.
And I'm still sitting
And you're already running
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