Chasing Shadows by Frankmusik
The sun appears, and so do they.
Echoes of the objects that they hold on to
In the cold light of day.
You move slow, even at sixty seven thousand miles an hour
Then you'll disappear as quickly as the moment you arrived.
Cos when I needed you the most, I lost you to the night.
I keep chasing shadows
I have done for your years
You wouldn't exist
If I wasn't here
I keep chasing shadows
I keep chasing you
There's no between
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