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Sometimes I see her down by the river
The water dances on her skin
She can captivate to hit the ice
But she never lets you in
In the dark she lingers
Like a tear without a soul

And I what a lonely girl
Trying to find her way
In this mixed up messed up world
And I see so many faces just like her
So many broken hearts in the world
And I what a lonely what a lonely girl

He said lately she s been watching the weather
The weather doesn t know what to do
cause sometimes when its cold outside
That s when she s feeling blue
But I see through her sadness deep into her soul
All she s wants to have is someone she can love to make whole

And I what a lonely girl
Trying to find her way
In this mixed up messed up world
And I see so many faces just like her
So many broken hearts in the world
And I what a lonely what a lonely girl

Isn t it regrettable
Oh isn t it regrettable
She finds her love and then she lets it go
And I see so many faces just like her
So many broken hearts in the world
And I what a lonely what a lonely day

And I what a lonely girl
Trying to find her way
In this mixed up messed up world
And I see so many faces just like her
So many broken hearts in the world
And I what a lonely what a lonely girl

And I what a lonely what a lonely girl

Do you know I can never leave you
and no, I can never beat you
and I find that I can never find you
nevermind I will not forget you

Can I stay alive forever?
can I stay alive forever?
can I stay alive forever?
forever?

Can you...

So you re scared to show your feelings
Baby I do understand
Well I don t make a promise I can t keep
And I vow to be a real good friend

In those big green eyes I see a glow of love
I...

Seeing no justice in this world
Created a distance intentionally
You left me standing all alone
Now I m waiting, digested by uncertainties

Can not deny that you amazed me
I m still dazed and stumbling around
It s nothing to what s coming to you
Couldn t be more wrong thinking you could keep me for...

Mark how our shadow, mark Movits mon fre re
one small darkness encloses
How gold and purple that shovel there
to rags and rubbish disposes
Charon beckons from tumultous waves
then trice this ancient digger of graves
for thee ne re grapeskin shall glister...

Hearbtbreaks and cloudy days, the sun comes up
but I am still awake... think to myself another wasted day
and the world goes on around me as I reach out for some security
but the world turns its back on me

I remember
growing...