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It'll never be the same But I have a feeling it will be okay Letting minds wander aimlessly The size of a dream can make one seem Way to proud, way to proud [Chorus:] Counting my measures cautiously Yet the faith of others will always be On the way down no trace of sound When the lights in the city are not shining, The shadows in the dark are slowly crawling You're on your way down No trace of sound This isn't getting any better Hold your breath as we end the conversation I hold you to blame Ignorance is your game We will fall unless we remember This is so clear But it's hard stating what I'm thinking My thoughts are hard to hear Make my words something with meaning From Letras Mania