| Is it fate?
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| If it’s not easy, it must not be
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| At that age
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| I cherished the flowers beneath my feet
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| But then something must have changed in me
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| I used to feel so light
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| Now I’ll try
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| I just want time
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| Wait again
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| I will be much better then
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| Holding on, I said
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| «I will be much better, then»
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good, oh
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| Something good
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good, oh
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| Something good
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| Are you close?
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| Shouldn’t it come to you naturally?
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| And everyone knows
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| You’re losing your gift, and it’s plain to see
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| But then something must have changed in me
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| I don’t fear it anymore
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| Now I’m sure
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| I’m sure
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good, oh
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| Something good
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good, oh
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| Something good
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| Wait again, I will be much better then
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| And suddenly, I’ve restored your faith in me
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| Look at the sky
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good, oh
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| Something good
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good, oh
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| Something good
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good
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| Something good
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| Look at the sky, I’m still here
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| I’ll be alive next year
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| I can make something good
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| Something good |