| You took me to your favourite place on Earth
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| To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth
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| Our fingers traced in circles round its history
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| We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries.
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| As you held me down, you said:
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| «I'll see you in the future when we’re older
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| And we are full of stories to be told
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| I’ll see you with your laughter lines»
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| Changes on our hands and on our faces, oh, oh
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| Memories are mapped out by the lines we’ll trace
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| As you held me down you said:
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| «I'll see you in the future when we’re older
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| And we are full of stories to be told
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| I’ll see you with your laughter lines»
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| Ashen faces in cold breeze
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| ashen faces in cold breeze
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| Armed with stories you will leave
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| Oh armed with stories you will leave
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| I’ll see you in the future when we’re older
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| And we are full of stories to be told
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| Cross my heart and hope to die I’ll see you with your laughter lines
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| I’ll see you in the future when we’re old
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| I’ll see you in the future when we’re old |