Confusion is nothing new

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you.
Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new.
Flashback, warm nights, almost left behind.
Suitcase of memories.
Time after.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me.
Time after time.
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting.
Time after time.



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