| Certain things cannot be explained
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| Even when you’re on the other side
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| I’m standing in the threshold between two white rooms
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| In each I see a vision of something I hold true
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| Days gone, and days yet to come
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| Oh, days gone, and days yet to come
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| Today I’m standing in the threshold again
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| Today I’m standing in the threshold again
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| In one room I see the past
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| A little girl looking after herself
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| I see the homes we made and then left
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| I see the love that I shared like a skin
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| In days gone, and days yet to come
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| Oh, days gone, and days yet to come
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| Today I’m standing in the threshold again
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| Today I’m standing in the threshold again
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| In the other room it’s just you and I
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| From the window the water looks fine
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| I see our children grown and on their own
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| Do you see my age?
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| Or will I always look the same to you?
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| In days gone, and days yet to come
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| Oh, days gone, and days yet to come
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| Today I’m standing in the threshold again
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| Today I’m standing in the threshold again |