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I often thought I'd catch a lift, to a better place and time, where money's not a problem, love stories work out fine. Now I wander through our past (future's been and gone), I wander... I can touch the sky, with you, I'll never die. Take my Dear John letter, better read than dead. true that I was blinded, still too easily led. Love you and then leave you... isn't that a crime? I still wander... I can touch the sky now, Look how free I fly. From Letras Mania