i believe in the rest of the story
i believe there's still ink in the pen
i have wasted my very last day trying to change
what happened way back when
we are born with a lingering hunger
we are born to be unsatisfied
we are strangers who can't help but
wonder and dream
about the other side
someday all that's crazy, all that's unexplained
will be beautiful
beautiful
someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass
will be clear at last
and sometimes we're just waiting...
and waiting...
for someday
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