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I walk in the tracks that you left
Astray on that beach of sand

I steal the letters that you wrote
With your cold and trembling hand

Locks of hair put away in a jar
Faded pictures in a box

And still nothing real to touch

Lonely as it can get
Hiding in the shade is my duty
And Iā??ll have no rest
Until the truth stands out

A spy with the eyes of despair and love
Pale from avoiding the light

I need another case to crack