I've been walking alone, through the days and nights.
In your eyes, may I believe that I can fly?
In your eyes, can my ingorance be denied?
In your eyes, how do I burn the darkness of night?


I've been chewing the wrong, and the right.
In your eyes, what should I abide by?
In your eyes, on my face are tears and smiles?
But, in your eyes, how can I only stand by?

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