| A year has passed the crisis lasts
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| But you grow stronger each day
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| With little things you do or say
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| And what we had is fading fast
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| It’s not much longer, I say
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| And every hope is washed away
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| To rush out to hold still
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| Now is the time for us to wonder
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| Will we kiss or kill
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| Fate grants us with a second chance
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| Will we learn to dance as one
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| Or drift into a raging song
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| So do we celebrate the dream
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| We walked away from everything
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| There’s no going back
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| There’s no taking back anything
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| Do we love or do we lose
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| Every day we have to chose
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| Are we losing touch
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| Does it mean that much anyway
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| To rush out to hold still
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| Now is the time for us to wonder
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| Will we kiss or kill
|
| Fate grants us with a second chance
|
| Will we learn to dance as one
|
| Or drift into a raging song
|
| To rush out or to hold still
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| Now is the time for us to wonder
|
| Will we kiss or kill
|
| Fate grants us with a second chance
|
| Will we learn to dance as one
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| Or drift into a raging song |