Something in the back of my conscious.
Like a needle in a haystack
Into thin air, it's gone.
You left me so long ago.
Could it be you calling to me?
Or is it just wishful thinking
Something in the back of my conscious.
Like a needle in a haystack
Into thin air, it's gone.
You left me so long ago.
Could it be you calling to me?
Or is it just wishful thinking
Credit: Robin Futrell
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