late at night and time's gone by
I sit alone and wonder
In my head the thaughts can fly
here they just keep plunder
yesterday it all was fine
now the truth is broken
the fairytale it sure was mine
I guess only it was spoken
believing it is far too easy
when it's what you can't live without
though it really seems so sleazy
when sorrow comes about
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