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Do you remember,that feeling, that we had long ago |
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Well it's almost gone |
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I can sense it for an instant,then like snow in my hand, |
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It melts away |
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Will we ever, accept that, |
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It's already gone. |
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Pushing, pulling, stretching, |
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Trying hard to force it into shape |
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But the harder that we work it |
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The less it will ever be the same. |
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Pushing, pulling, stretching, |
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Trying hard to force it into shape |
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Pushing, pulling, stretching, |
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Trying, it will never be the same. |
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Do you remember,last summer, sitting in a rented car |
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As the night rolled by |
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And you said |
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I wasn't trying |
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And I know you were right |
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Don't know why |
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I liedWill we ever, accept that |
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It's already gone |
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Pushing, pulling, stretching, |
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Trying hard to force it into shape |
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But the harder that we work it |
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The less it will ever be the same. |
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Pushing, pulling, stretching, |
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Trying hard to force it into shape |
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Pushing, pulling, stretching, |
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Trying, it will never be the same. |