Times like these it's hard to stand tall. This night I promise this is the last call.
100 stories and 100 more. It's time I close the door.

It's easier now when there's no one around.
Let the world just spin me around and around.
But every night I see the one.
The one I won't forget.

Being here alone with so many thoughts. Is it just me or is this someone's fault?
I hope you'll get the one that you want. And I will wait for the dawn.

Years went by. I ask myself why
you and me never learned how to fly.
I look at the sky and I see the one.
The one I won't forget.

The story's written at night when we travel through our time.
And time will tell us why our story had to die.

Years went by. I ask myself why you and me never learned how to fly.
I look at the sky and I see the one.
The one I won't forget.

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