| Blind of our futures
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| Destined to shoes we know won’t fit
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| Riding high amongst the ignorance
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| I’m guessing for the bliss
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| Counting down the days and hours till we meet again
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| I’ll scream through all these trees
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| This voice I’ll project
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| If you love don’t let it go from
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| We will be the first to wonder
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| Where life meets living
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| I’ll wish full forever, I’ve been wishful all along
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| And we can plot and plan, make our mends
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| But what we got, it will never be gone
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| Rip through me, rip through my words
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| Pour me out, push me forwards
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| Take all that I got to give, cause these times were made for ending
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| (Though I wish they weren’t)
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| I’ll love you forever, Hell I’ve loved you all along
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| And since screams and shouts
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| Won’t stretch these clocks
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| Let’s live our time by
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| «Oh just one more song»
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| Late at night you’ll be tucked up
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| I’ll be cold but you’ll soon suck up
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| All that I’ve got to give
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| And to be honest I’m quite okay with it
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| If you love don’t let it go from
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| We will be the first to wonder
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| Where life meets living
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| (Your hands, hold tight, don’t spend all of your time tryna remember living)
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| We don’t need a place and time, no
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| We got all the places and times we need
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| Or so we think
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| We don’t need a place and time, no
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| We got all the places and times we need
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| Or so we think, lets just think |