| There will be another song for me
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| And I will sing it
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| There will be another dream for me
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| Someone will bring it
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| I will taste the wine you’ll never never catch me looking at the sun
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| And after all the loves of my life
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| After all the loves of my life
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| You’ll still be the one
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| I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
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| I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
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| I will have my desires
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| And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
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| And after all the loves of my life
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| After all the loves of my life
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| I’ll be thinking of you
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| And wondering why
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| This time we almost made the pieces fit
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| Oh, didn’t we?
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| This time we almost made some sense of it
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| Oh, didn’t we?
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| This time I had the answer right here in my hand
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| Then I touched it and it had turned to sand
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| This time we almost sang our song in tune
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| Oh, didn’t we?
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| This time we almost made right to the moon
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| Oh, didn’t we?
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| This time we almost made our poem rhyme
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| And this time we almost made that long hard climb
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| Didn’t we almost making this time?
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| Didn’t we almost make it?
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| Didn’t we almost take it, baby?
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| Didn’t we almost make it this time? |