The story
He keeps counting what slips away.
He moves through ordinary days with a worn-out kind of hope, measuring time in small losses and brief chances to start over. Whatever comes back never comes clean, and by the end he stands in the middle of it all, still reaching for more than he can hold.
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Lyrics
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