I’ve been here all the time. . . as far as I know doing right
I’ve always waited for the moment that some one would come through my door
but this brought lonelyness so far – I lay my hand onto my heart
Is this the life I want to live, is this the dream I had of you?
Now I’m standing here alone. . . and waiting on my own -
for something that will fill the emptyness inside the momen I feel fine -
but this is lonelyness I know
I lay my hand onto my soul -
Is this what life has got to give, is this the dream I had of you?
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