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Weathered by the New York sun The elevator, Twenty-seven seconds later She finds herself in the middle of his room The taxicab is right outside This is our time Without a doubt I know this is our time This is our time to stand alone It is time to say goodbye Severed From her only love Out the window His heart can't stay at bay She finds herself in the back seat of a lie Drive on Drive far away Get up and go! From Letras Mania