ELEVEN | Any Part Of This

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So close yet so far away
Like a distant dream 
Reaching out a desperate hand 
To grasp at straws

Left wanting 
left needing 
left kneeling, pleading 
and pining 

Back toward the prize, 
the eye of my dreams
I'm leaving you  
before you leave me

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