I cried out on a moonlit night,
I was thinking back on time,
A cold breeze takes hold on me,
Oh, and he was a friend of mine...
I feel lost so I'm looking out,
I'm searching for a guiding light,
I keep aiming for the sun, so that my shadows all fall behind.
Oh, am I just wasting my time?
Am I just wasting my time?
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