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Letras: Cross Culture. Proof Positive. One Of These Days.


Through the black hole night I crawl
I cannot even see myself
I'm left with nothing, but a touch from somewhere else
Caution yields me down inside
It tells me never to let go
I've got a hold of something
Let me say

One of these days I'll live my life like
One of these days I'll be like you
One of these days I'll open my eyes
To all of these things you brought me through
One of these days

I feel so alone sometimes
Echoes always haunt me
And I'm left with nothing, but everything you've taught me
I stand right up and look ahead
Every single word you've said, changes me forever
So I'll shout it out

There is nothing left to say
You have said it all
There is nothing left to prove
You're all the proof I need
There is nothing left to give
You gave it all away
When you came for me to die
I gave you nothing
Cross Culture