And so many things I'd forgotten In a world that we shared With so many things for the asking Never asked for the madness there Strange how I find myself so often On a distant shore Ther's only one thing that's confusing Was it you? Was it me? With so many questions unanswered Or was that part of your mystery? Stange how I find myself so often On a distant shore How I find myself so often On a distant shore
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