... anchor-less and adrift all by myself...
... in a great big world.
And I would start thinking...
... where am I headed now without you...
... in this great big world.
Or I could begin reminiscing...
... the good old days with you by my side...
... in our great big world.
But I should stop fantasizing...
... about hugging you once more, leaving you...
... to your own big world.
So I do stop dreaming...
... of what could have been, leaving us each...
... with our own big world
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