If these tragic memories serve me right.
Then the air I breath has been a real luxury all my life.
Can you hear?
Do you see?
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
If you're hear,
come meet me.
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
And if these legs could carry me I'd stand here still
So sing to me some sweet melody,
Sing me to sleep.
Can you hear?
Do you see?
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
If you're here,
come meet me.
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
Please say I've been sleeping.
And all the chosen words adhere thee.
Someday this dream will fade
and every leaf will stay on the tree
never to fall to the ground
and be swept by the wind to a land
where kids can run or play or swim or dance and sing.
If only it was now.
Can you hear?
Do you see?
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
And if you're here,
come meet me.
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
If you're here,
come meet me.
Of all the faithless children
you chose me.
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