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There comes a time, all the time,
When the music fades to nothing.
And everything that seemed so near
Is suddenly too far away.
I reach for you
And there is only air
I try to just push play
but the sound just dies away.
The road before me
Endless and Winding
Runs circles around me
Making me to dizzy to think.
I reach for you
And there is only air
I try to choose a direction
And I end up where I began.
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