| So we’re back to where we started
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| Slow dancing in the garden
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| Underneath the stars, just hoping in our hearts
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| Maybe we’ll get it right this time
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| A feeling I can’t explain it
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| At least I think it’s complicated
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| Saw the black clouds, heard the distant sounds, encroaching thunder
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| Yes, I know our days are numbered
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| And we’re not getting any younger
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| In and out of focus
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| (silence unspoken)
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| If only for a moment
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| (stillness in motion)
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| Take note of the unnoticed
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| Just to let go of the motive
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| Stop and smell the roses
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| As long as there’s life in my lungs
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| I can’t seem to separate you from the air I breathe
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| Spoke the sounds just to find out what it really means
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| This is everything, this is nothing, this is something in between
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| Wake up, my love, rise with the sun
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| Seeking the missing pieces of
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| All that once was, what’s yet to come
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| I know there must be a reason
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| Some objective truth…
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| Some semblance of hope or at least something to hold on to
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| Wake Up, My Love
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| I will fight the fear when that creature comes
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| Feasting on our bones and blood
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| There’s stardust, inside us
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| We are echoes of the shadows where it all comes from
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| Ghosts of what we’ll become
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| This is everything there ever was |