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You call on a Sunday
We talk till it's Monday
Then hang up the phone

Your life seems exciting
With so much inviting
Behind the door

I'm worried
That the wait
Has already altered my fate

So many places
And so many faces
Just trying to be
Staying in focus
I'll hardly notice
All that has changed

I'm worried
That the wait
Has already altered my fate

Canvas around me now I'll
Change what you see
Hearing a soft voice in the distance you'll see

Stand in a room for hours
Pass through the trees
Moving so quickly yet slowly to me

Oh I'll be the one with the golden arrow
End of this dream
Hope won't with me

I'll pass along with a stolen candle
Figure out what it means
Hope won;t sing with me

Cold and connected
Feels like a weapons brandished at me
Relax with a purpose
Smile you're not worthless
At least not to me

I'm worried
That the wait
Has already altered my fate

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