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And it came from nothing
But there was always something
And when the sky burned brighter
And the nights grew darker
Hold on to everyone
That I hold dearest
To my heart
And I won't forget them
I won't forget them
Fading, always fading
Never needed more
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor
And the passing time
Reaches out
And covers me
With images
Of everyone that I have known
Are ever hard to see
And I won't forget them
And I won't forget them
Fading, always fading
Never needed more
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor
When the day is done
Another setting sun is down
When the day is done
Another setting sun
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor
Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor
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