I remember myself, I remember myself tired and weak, Walking around these old, these old city streets, That was the Friday night you came along, For quite a long time we were alone, And then I thought, That's the same story, the same love Coming this way, coming my way Coming this way, coming my way And now we're here, and now we're here standing like before, Should I trust, should I trust your eyes this time, 'Cause nothing prepared us to fall again, But maybe that that's what this life is about And then I thought, That's the same story, the same love, Coming this way, coming my way But this time keep me closer, this time keep me closer, Closer than before
The Same One
Elizabete Gaile
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