| Ah, if only our voices speak at night
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| Could ever reach the very edge of this world, and of time
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| Instead of fading into air and dust
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| Then what will the words, could it ever be
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| Farthest words from «probably»
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| Let’s make a promise that will never fade
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| Let’s say it together on the count of three, oh
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| Ooh-oh-oh
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| Ah, I’m told that some part of every wish will be heard
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| But lately I’ve lost sight of the truth in those words
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| I can’t even remember when I gave up believing
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| What could have been the reason?
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| Ah, the very moment that the rain will stop
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| In the place rainbow born and dies
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| And where the end of this life lies
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| I’ve always been insisting there was something that I’ve longing for
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| One day we’ll reach to emotions unexplored, unprecedented
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| We’ll high-five love we’ve yet to discover and give a kiss to time
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| The five dimensions keeps on teasing me
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| But I will keep on looking at you, dear
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| Let’s make a sign for when we say «nice to meet you» again
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| I’m on my way to you, chasing after your name |