| In the beginning: A promise
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| To take a shot in the dark
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| A pledge to rising and to falling apart
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| It was written
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| By our own hands
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| We were bound
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| Nervous and full of fire
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| We bore the task
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| That motions forward
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| While I keep reeling back
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| And though I try to revive it
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| Try to return to the start
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| Searching for us in the basement
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| Sifting for us in the car
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| I have a hard time with leaving
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| Time can’t preserve every truth
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| So, what was once in existence
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| Must’ve turned into something else
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| Victories traded for losses
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| Don’t make up
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| For the weight
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| Or the space
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| That saves an emptiness I tried to replace
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| And though I try to revive it
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| Try to return to the start
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| Searching for something familiar
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| Do I misremember the past?
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| I have a hard time with leaving
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| Time can’t preserve every truth
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| Sever the stems of expecting
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| Light can fall and still follow through
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| Remind me
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| (Remind me)
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| Remind me
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| (It was na-na-not so great) |