| We made it through the rough nights
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| We got some more ahead
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| I got my candles and my flashlight
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| Here beside the bed
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| And it’s only, only
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| The deal we made with time
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| So hold me, hold me
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| We’ll open up our last bottle of wine
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| I don’t want it to be over
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| I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go
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| Not every rock wants to roll, oh
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| I don’t wanna go
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| I thought I couldn’t live without you
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| But we don’t get to choose
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| The more I say that I want to
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| The more I have to lose
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| And it’s only, only
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| Each moment that is real
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| And you told me, told me
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| You like the way this moment feels
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| I don’t want it to be over
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| I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go
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| Not every rock wants to roll, oh
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| I don’t wanna go
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| Every end is a beginning
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| And a thread lies underneath
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| Rivers born in the mountains
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| Start over in the sea
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| And if we’re only, only
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| Tiny grains of sand
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| Then hold me, hold me
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| Don’t let me slip though your hands
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| I don’t want it to be over
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| I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go
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| Not every rock wants to roll, oh
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| I don’t want it to be over
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| I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go
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| Not every rock wants to roll, oh
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| I don’t wanna go, oh |