I will keep driving
On the lonely Streets
No one to hold by
But i will never say Good Bye.
Those people who stand by are very few
We want to call them when our eye-lashes are wet with dew
Waiting for that Angel who could make me fly
But I will never say Good Bye.
All are good but still need that someone to Care
All will come and go but that someone will sit and Share
I want to make my soul more pure
It might be my last try
But I will never say Good Bye.
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