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If i am your stolen mind
It could get back to you
Don't you think that's right
I don't know how hard you held me
There must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me
If i am your sickness now
I wouldn't be of a kind
That would let you die
You haven't really told me yet
So it still must be fifty and fifty
On what i'll get
If i am your question now
Could as well be a riddle
That only takes some time
Still the days are just passing by
Wait for rain wait for cry
If i am your wood in where you're lost
The trees could crease
For fields that's opening up
Still the day is letting me deny
I wait for rain i wait for cry
