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Monday, March 13, 2006

Far past these roads there is a placeWhere all of our precious dreams remainSomeday I know I’ll find a wayTo keep myself from holding on.Stay awake with the sound of my voiceI'm restless from the silence in the air.I want to be somewhere I can see the roadsA place where every time you breathe a wish comes trueI want to be where love is realAnd memories of distant days come to life againInside this room, time will stand stillAs long as I'm not aware of changeThe world outside leaves me behind by myselfThere's no mercy for those who hold on.Stay awake with the sound of my voiceI’m restless from the silence in the airI want to be somewhere I can see the roadsA place where every time you breathe a wish comes trueI want to be where love is realAnd memories of distant days come to life againFar past these roads there is a placeWhere all of our precious dreams remainSomeday I know I’ll find a wayTo keep myself from holding on.I want to be somewhere I can see the roadsA place where every time you breathe a wish comes trueI want to be where love is realAnd memories of distant days come to life again

the longest story.


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