| You’re right
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| There’s nothing more lovely
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| There’s nothing more profound
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| Than the certainty
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| Than the certainty
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| That all of this will end
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| That all of this will end
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| So open your arms to me
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| Open your arms to me
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| And this will be
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| The one moment that matters
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| And this will be
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| The one thing we remember
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| And this will be
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| The reason to have been here
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| And this will be
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| The one moment that matters at all
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| So while the mud
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| Reclaims our footprints
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| And while our bones keep looking back
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| At the overgrowth that’s swallowing the path
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| There for the grace of God go we
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| There for the grace of God go we
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| There for the grace of time and chance
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| And entropy’s cruel hands
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| So open your arms to me
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| Open your arms to me
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| So won’t you stay here with me
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| And we’ll build 'til we’ve blistered our hands
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| So won’t you stay here with me
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| And we’ll build us some temples
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| Build us some castles
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| Build us some monuments
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| And burn them all right down
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| So open your arms to me
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| Open your arms to me
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| So won’t you stay here with me
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| And we’ll build 'til we’ve blistered our hands
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| (This will be the one thing we remember)
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| So won’t you stay here with me
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| And we’ll build us some temples
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| (And this will be)
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| Build us some castles
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| Build us some monuments
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| (This will be)
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| Build us some temples
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| (The one moment that matters)
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| Build us some castles
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| (And this will be)
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| Build us some monuments
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| (The one moment that matters at all) |