| I believe in the rest of the story
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| I believe there’s still ink in the pen
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| I have wasted my very last day
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| Trying to change what happened way back when
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| I believe it’s the human condition
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| We all need to have answers to why
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| More than ever, I’m ready to say that I
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| Will still sleep peacefully
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| With answers out of reach from me until…
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| Someday all that’s crazy
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| All that’s unexplained
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| Will fall into place
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| And someday all that’s hazy
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| Through a clouded glass
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| Will be clear at last
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| And sometimes we’re just waiting
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| For someday
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| We are born with a lingering hunger
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| We are born to be unsatisfied
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| We are strangers who can’t help but wander
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| And dream about the other side of…
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| Someday all that’s crazy
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| All that’s unexplained
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| Will fall into place
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| And someday all that’s hazy
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| Through a clouded glass
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| Will be clear at last
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| And sometimes we’re just waiting
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| For someday
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| Every puzzle’s missing piece
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| Every unsolved mystery
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| More than half of every whole
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| Rests in the Hands that hold you for someday
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| Someday all that’s crazy
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| All that’s unexplained
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| Will be beautiful, beautiful
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| And someday all that’s hazy
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| Through a clouded glass
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| Will be clear at last
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| And sometimes we’re just waiting
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| For someday |