| The world sits quiet like an empty dream
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| Curation (?), floating like a magazine
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| Perfected only for a soul to see ourselves
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| As earth keeps spinning round
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| I thought that we made friends with time
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| That we could slow the moments in our minds
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| But then that day came when it came
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| To find our peace of mind
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| If the future’s not enough
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| Break your bread and then lift your cup
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| Take your moment when it comes
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| Fill your glass and then drink it up
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| If you could slow your heart to still believe
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| The sound of inevitability
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| The tide that’s dragging us out to sea
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| As we, on earth keep spinning round
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| And this is not the world that we foresaw
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| We’ll keep our hope alive until it seems
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| That hope said whatever will be, will be
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| Nothing comes for free
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| If the future’s not enough
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| Break your bread and then lift your cup
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| Take your moment when it comes
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| Fill your glass and then drink it up
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| The future is coming
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| And it won’t wait just for you
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| The future is coming
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| And we won’t look back
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| If you can’t follow through
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| So don’t be dragged
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| Away yourself
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| Of all these petty feels
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| When I am gone, remember me
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| As I fade through the years
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| So don’t be dragged
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| Away yourself
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| Of all these petty feels
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| When I am gone, remember me
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| As I fade through the years |