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Faster Forward The blue hour has no ending. And there's no "befriending" it away. I'm chilled to the bone and the birds, they aren't singing. So few remain. I've never seen those evergreens so dark and gloomy. I'm gonna move faster forward from you. How long has it been since she moved in, this place was once nice and roomy. I'm gonna move faster forward from you. The success I was hoping for never knocked at my door. Some say I have it all ... still, there's me, crushed when they holler, "last orders ... last call." What's to become of you ... and more importantly ... what's to become of me. What's to become of me! From Letras Mania