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There is a well far from the shore |
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Where we once saw it all |
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And we're all two feet taller now |
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And I still hear you talking |
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From over the wall |
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The scenes from our childhood |
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The same corridors |
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Born in a crash |
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Burning to hell |
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But memory plays tricks on us |
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For what's not to tell |
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We can't be forlorn |
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For it's not goodbye |
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And just the changing of color now |
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'Till I get it right |
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I will hold onto those moments we had |
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And I will hold onto those we moments we had |
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We're six feet below |
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The view from our town |
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They're burying our promises |
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And finding new ground |
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And there is a well far from the shore |
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And I'd give it all to feel like I never left |
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And I will hold onto those moments we had |
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I will hold onto those moments we had |
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And I will hold onto those moments we had |
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And I will hold onto those moments |
