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I don’t know what game you’re playing; I don’t even know the score
I am not your residue, I want more, I want more.
Like the fog upon a stream, AND the sadness in your smile,
It’s a thousand years deep, when you sleep, when you sleep.
Maybe this time, maybe today
Maybe this time, you know the way.
Days are long but years go fast
Yesterday forever past.
Now I don’t know what to do; where are you, where are you.