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Why must I move so slow?
In my heart I can't let it go
And dreams fall into my eyes
In the night, I have no disguise

Why does it seem to go?
Fall apart in lies
Seems we will never know
Always asking why

Please let us stop this now
No, it don't matter anyhow
This heart's trivialities
Are the world's sole realities

I know that it's over now
But I still want it anyhow
This heart's sole realities
Are the world's trivialities