We go our separate ways through the portals of love
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Truth was in creating, not the aftermath
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Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life
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But I will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary
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Bittersweet stores, they always have no end
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In the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend
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Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life
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Now I'm late for the urban train to get back on the road again
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Running thristy in the rain
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I'm breaking through those clouds again
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Suburban Train
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| Tiesto |
