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Give me your hope child of no regret Lend me your eyes, show me what we get A future's draft is on the table if you mean to last The few remains of our dreams shine in your eyes Run through our veins spill the tears that fill your cries And our regrets achieved their dominance by stealth again Heard this song, many times before Over and over again when life was pure And hearts where leading The word maybe feeds our lives Every dawn is hope The word nothing means a lot As a cold response Maybe nothing could kill your ambitions As the dream unfolds Winds of a storm rage before my eyes Bring me the list of your ifs and whys The view up front is not as easy as it seemed back home Heard this song, many times before Over and over again when life was pure The word maybe feeds our lives Every dawn is hope The word nothing means a lot As a cold response Maybe nothing could kill your ambitions As the dream unfolds