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How strange is it to say
Life is short
When you don't even know
The person you were 15 years ago 

The mornings have dressed in black
Behind the fields of this little village
There are lights and there are cities

How strange is it to fall in love
With one soul when there are 7 billion others
What if I never found you

What if you get lost

Because the mornings are dark
And the cities are alive
And there are 7 billion others

I'm drowning in dark and drowning in city lights
I'm drowning in life and drowning in years

15 years ago is distant like a shining star
That died a million years ago