| This is how we like to end
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| Takes a moment to begin
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| Time to leave the book behind
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| And turn the pages of the tide
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| Plant the memories in a safe place
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| 'Til they grow into an embrace
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| When they share the separate leaves
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| Then the branches start to bend
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| This is how we like to end
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| This is how we like to live
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| Sometimes it takes so much to give
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| Sometimes we’re broke until we learn
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| We blame the world until it turns
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| But is that how the magic started?
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| Or is this how we’re brokenhearted?
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| Is this what it takes to try?
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| We don’t always get to win
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| This is how we like to end
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| So put your conscience in this cradle
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| And let it live until we’re able
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| And it’s not up to you and me
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| It’s just how we like to mend
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| This is how we like to end
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| This is how we learn to breathe
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| And it’s not up to you and me
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| Takes a moment to begin
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| This is how we like to end
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| This is how we live life
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| This is how we say goodbye
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| We can’t say it by ourselves
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| So we tell it to a friend
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| This is how we like to end |