My Own One by one
All in line
Just for you
To waste our time

Its time, our time
The taste, is mine

All of this that's been built up inside me
Only grows because of your guiding
If I can see the way back home
Just one more chance to go
Before I make it on my own

Work my fingers
To the bone
Just to see us
On our own

Its time, our time
The taste, is mine

All of this that's been built up inside me
Only grows because of your guiding
If I can see the way back home
Just one more chance to go
Before I make it on my own

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