| It started as it ends
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| Reluctantly as friends
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| But I know there’s deeper feeling there.
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| A ballerina girl
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| Dancing through this world
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| It’s somebody to share, yeah, well
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| I suppose we could go it alone again
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| Apart
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| But apart starts to feel like the hardest thing
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| 'Cos maybe we can reach our finest
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| We can reach out finest hour
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| What if our finest hour is yet to come?
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| Yet to come?
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| So tell me if I meet out, reach out
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| Are you gonna meet me now?
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| 'Cos there’s a perfect time for everyone
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| and maybe this is ours
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| In reaching for the stars
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| So what if we collide?
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| We never get too perfect
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| But fragile as it is
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| We live to take the risk
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| And hope that it was worth it
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| And making mistakes is a human thing
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| Walk away
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| Walk away and we’ll only be wondering
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| 'Cos maybe we can reach our finest
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| We can reach our finest hour
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| WHat if our finest hour is yet to come?
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| Yet to come?
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| So tell me if I meet out, reach out
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| Are you gonna meet me now?
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| 'Cos there’s a perfect time for everyone
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| And maybe this is ours
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| Maybe this is ours
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| Maybe this is ours
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| 'Cos there’s a perfect time for everyone
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| Amd maybe this is ours |