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There's no time for dull regrets |
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no-one underwrites your debts. |
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No satisfaction guaranteed, |
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but this much I believe |
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we make the lives we lead. |
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Best foot forward, face the day |
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as the moment slips away |
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like a whisper on the wind; |
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the tide turns as it breaks... |
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Given time |
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we lead the lives we make. |
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The curve that we trace in time |
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a shape of our own design. |
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Say it's over when it's done |
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did you learn to touch someone? |
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Long ago and far away, |
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voices linger on... |
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long ago, just yesterday, |
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caught in the clay of material need. |
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Given time |
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we make the lives we lead. |
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Given time |
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we make the lives we leave. |
