again i'm alone
i'm thinkin'
it could have been different
but somehow i should have known
it would have happend
but who am i to stand int he way
footsteps echoing
in the empty street
it's quarter past three
i'm standing in the middle
of future's path
thinking, hey it happend
and ther is not a frelling thing
i can do about it
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