| Sometimes I think about the ones that we’ve replaced
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| All the millions underneath the burnt and waste
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| And I get sad because, of course, we’ll be the same
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| All of history collapsing in its wake
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| Maybe it’s enough that I have laid here
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| Maybe it’s enough that I have known inside my head, and
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| Maybe it’s enough to know that we were here together
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| And that we are the ones
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| We are the ones
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| We are the ones for now
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| I heard that someday when they look up at the night
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| They’ll see nothing but a black and starless sky
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| And they’ll tell stories of some old and callow time
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| Claiming spectacles of brilliant burning lights
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| Maybe it’s enough that I have laid here
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| Maybe it’s enough that I have known inside my head, and
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| Maybe it’s enough to know that we were here together
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| And that we are the ones
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| We are the ones
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| We are the ones for now
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| So maybe this is what it takes to realize
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| I am grateful just that I have been alive
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| And I’ll be happy if I look back on my life
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| Been a sister, been a mother, been a wife
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| Maybe it’s enough that I have laid here
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| Maybe it’s enough that I have known inside my head, and
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| Maybe it’s enough to know that we were here together
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| And that we are the ones
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| We are the ones
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| We are the ones for now |