As the sun goes down
i saw you moving around
wandering what you can't find
its like you losing your mind
i hold your hand but you cut me down
with that smile, you turn around
i'm chained with this pain
and can't take you back
you leaving me behind
and never coming back
knock at the door
ringing a little bell
this is what i came for
to tell you my tale
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