| Is this the part where we should go
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| As high as we flew, as old as we’ll grow
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| Swimming as far as the falling snow
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| Some days I can’t be near, nor far from home
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| Don’t look back; |
| we’re stranded in the past again
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| I can’t keep track, when our time runs too fast, and in vain
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| I’ve been a long while far from home
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| Not the one you live in, but the one in which you grow
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| Turning my fire into stone
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| If you want it, I’ll give it all
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| Don’t look back; |
| we’re stranded in the past again
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| I can’t keep track, when our time runs too fast, and in vain
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| It cuts my heart, like shooting stars
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| This violent silence has played its part
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| We are cutting clouds again, again
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| I’m torn apart, and falling down
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| I’m giving it all, but we fall behind
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| We are cutting clouds again, again, again |