All the way, you ran away...
You lead the way and waved me away...
Could you wake me again, so i can see your face.
Could you wipe my tears, so i'll cry no more...
When the sun goes down, i feel cold without you.
Now i'm crying, sobbing, weeping, no one to say ' poor boy don't cry'.
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