caught in the tide caught in a slide
hoping that i will learn to survive
eye on the time as it goes by
losing the light fading the lines
if you would be my guide to an escape
if you would be my guide we’d be alright
clawing the gates of every estate
there on my way until i find your place
confusing my brain all of the ways
i could not take that look on your face
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