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Oh, how i long to get my feet wet |
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Cried and yelled the ice as it melted |
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But will i know it when i see it |
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Or will i miss the only chance i ever had |
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No calendar can keep a secret |
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Time will tell, yes time will tell |
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And this moment, you can keep it |
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Only for a while, and it will go |
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But you'll be thankful |
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That you are |
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Not only judged by our messes |
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And not every word you say embarrasses |
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Not every wound received needs carresses |
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Some lessons are best learned |
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Though having less |
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And listening |
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So listen, listen |
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I do not care about tomorrow |
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I have seen the future |
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And we are falling down |
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To the earth, we'll retreat without a sound |
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Spinning round |
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The sun will come to greet and touch the ground |
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Singing, come along with me |
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Come along |
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Come with me |
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Cos not all those fallen seeds will one day bloom |
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And not every rotten tree will root again |
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You live, so what use have you to pretend |
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There must be something better once this ends |
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For not all the folks you'll meet have seen your face |
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And not every road that leads you knows your name |
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The real ones will always be glad you came |
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Not every turn you take leads to a dead ending |
