On dirty grounds, i stand
that receding sound, i hear
the losing grip, off of my hands
as my own faith, disappears
and i m spinning round and round
to find only you
always find back my way
right into you
This happy face, i pretend
with my own intentions, unclear
will this confusion, ever end
or will i stand, only here
i do what i do
cause you want me to
always find back my way
right into you
i never wanna leave this place
but i still do
always find back my way
right into you...
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