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Now and again, we'll leave |
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We'll fly, we'll go out on a limb |
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But do we really care |
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Or are we still struggling to swim |
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I don't know why |
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We can't just leave with the weight of your heart |
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Moments like these, trust me |
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They'll come back to haunt you, I know |
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Better to be the first to leave |
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Than the last one to go and I can't be |
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The one to tell you to end or to start |
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Our past |
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Slides through the hourglass |
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Pushing the first to last |
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Where at last I begin |
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Our past |
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Slides through the hourglass |
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Pushing the first to last |
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Where at last I begin |
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Our past |
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Slides through the hourglass |
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Pushing the first to last |
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Where at last I begin |
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Where at last I begin |
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Where at last I begin |
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Where at last I begin |
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Now and again, we'll leave |
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We'll fly, we'll go out on a limb |
