08:57

Staying here all alone,
sitting in a chair, candles around
nothing is yours, but a music, in the air
from a piano on some side
The guy in black whom I don't know
plays a music which I well know
reminds me of things I never had
takes me somewhere I've never gone

Staying here all apart,
seeing faces, hearing voice
not a meaning, not a joy
holding in hand, glass of wine
seeing it red through these eyes
full of tears , near to cry
feelling lonely, needing her
going to be definitley there
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