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Faded reflections of what was. Echoes passing through the night. Lines on my face your fingers once traced.

THERE IS AN END - The Greenhornes

Words disappear, words once so clear
Only echoes passing through the night
The lines on my face your fingers once traced
Fading reflection of what was

Thoughts rearrange for millions I'm strange
All my skins drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain with winter comes pain
Every season has an end

I'll try to see through the skies
But the clouds were there locking up the sun, the sun

Thoughts rearrange for million I'm strange
All my skins drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain, with winter comes pain
Every season has an end

There's an end, there's an end
There's an end, there's an end