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Why do we?

When autumn is the painter

Me world lies right there in your love eyes

I was a stranger in her land

And now we've left Alaska

Look into my eyes, my love, and see

I could never see tomorrow

I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour...

How can a broken heart find consolation in a disappointed soul?

If those seeds had not been sown

Life is too short to play silly games

Trusted place you can erase

Confusion will be my epitaph