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I wait, and I wait, to make a new start A new beginning, but it feels like the end And it takes one to know one And I'm really not sure If I can put things back together like before I'm trying to see the bright side, the best way I know The more I look up, the more I feel alone I followed my convictions It was good until I got bored Until a voice beyond the grave kept calling more I'm really trying to be there, for the people I know The more we more we meet up, the more I feel alone So I look at what surrounds me, and places I go And the seats all in this garden start to glow From Letras Mania