| There was a time when we were young
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| And everything was fine
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| To look into the mirror
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| Wearing all of our pride
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| Curiosity was something
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| That we always had in mind
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| To read into somebody’s eyes
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| And think we were so bright
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| Together seemed impossible
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| To fail and we were right
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| To jump onto an obstacle
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| So ahead of our time
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| The difference, the feelings
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| Were the best at anytime
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| Collecting all the memories:
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| A part of our life
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| Nobody knew
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| It was all true
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| Was it ever the same conclusion
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| That we thought it was meant to be?
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| Flooding words that would rhyme forever
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| Giving back all our needs
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| And we were searching for each other
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| So to gather our destiny
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| And the feelings the worlds the story
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| Were the first to be seen
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| And everyone knew
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| That we could not lost forever
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| Through everything
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| Was all the things we found
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| Most of the things we enjoyed more
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| As time goes by
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| Then everyone knew
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| Was it ever the same conclusion
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| (Was it my own life?)
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| That we thought it was meant to be?
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| (That I saw from the outside)
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| Flooding words that rhyme forever
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| (A personal confirmation)
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| Giving back all our needs
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| And we were searching for each other
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| (Running my own path)
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| So to gather our destiny
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| (Such it was like a God)
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| And the feelings the worlds the story
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| (A frame and a story that was left behind)
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| Were the first to be seen
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| Were the first to be seen |