You go for a walk in the park 'cause you don't need anything
Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything
The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore.
In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time.
Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything
The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore.
In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time.
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