| I see your future now
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| Stretching on through the years
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| Devotion is not a word I fear
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| What falls between your hand and mine
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| Forsaking
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| For breaking a sculpture that we made in time
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| Don’t you wonder how it could be?
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| Too soon to tell
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| Too soon to tell
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| If hate is what you claim, how can it be undone?
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| If only we could better pain that strains to make us one
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| Don’t you wonder how it could be?
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| Too soon to tell
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| Too soon to tell
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| Don’t you wonder how it could be?
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| Too soon to tell
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| Too soon to see
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| I see you around
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| Not as a friend |