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The days. they drag on, like they will never end,
Each day i wounder if i will see tomorrow,
And as i live on each day, and sleep each night i wounder, and i think
I think about tomorrow, no, i think about my far away future,
The one i know that will never happen,
I want to be with you,
But fate has been cruel, and so we meet, but we are so close, but yet so far away.