| Well, the past is the past, the future is not yet
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| The dye has been cast though the paint’s no longer wet
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| If you’re willing to forgive then maybe one day you’ll forget
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| Darling, ain’t that worth a try?
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| Ain’t it worth a try when
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| Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow is not here
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| The days they are longer, how they quickly disappear
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| If you learn to move on that’s when the pathway becomes clear
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| Darling, ain’t that worth a try?
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| Ain’t it worth a try to see black from blue
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| Perhaps it’s just a point of view
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| And maybe this one’s down to you, my friend
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| In the end
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| For these moments that have gone, the summer’s still to be
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| And every day that’s past, it’s just a raindrop on the sea
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| If you learn to let go maybe one day you’ll be free
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| Baby, ain’t that worth a try?
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| Ain’t it worth a try to see black from blue
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| Perhaps it’s just a point of view
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| Or maybe this one’s down to you, my friend
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| Do you see grey from green?
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| Or all the colors in between?
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| But maybe this is just a dream, my friend
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| In the end |