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As I sit by myself,
Ive come from so, so far away.
In such little time, I have gave,
My soul, my mind, Ive
tried so hard to find.
Is this what I must do, to get by?
And I ask myself why?
Why dont you write, why
dont you call me,
Ill wait here.
Ill find my way, or will
you help me out this year?
Does she understand me?
Listen to what I say.
Turning her back, on my dreams.
Watching, waiting.
You turn your back.
Ill find my way home,
You turn your back.
Turn your back on my dream,
So strong, so weak,
were stronger still.
Is this what I must do?
This I, why?
I know.
Why dont you write, why
dont you call me,
Ill wait here.
Ill find my way, or will
you help me out this year?