| Now the time has elapsed
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| It inevitably has come to pass
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| That I write for you at last
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| A song, a rhyme
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| Oh, to tell you the truth of it
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| I’m a little confused myself
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| Is it through memory’s rose-tinted glass
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| I have come to ask
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| Or is it a love that was meant to last
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| Through time itself
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| Proving us wrong all along
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| Shouldn’t we be holding on
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| It’s a silly thing really
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| That you shouldn’t believe in
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| Nothing too complicated
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| Endlessly formulated
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| Foolish romantic ideals of love
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| Could there be such a thing
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| How could there be such a thing
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| As beautifully flawed
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| We’ll make mistakes and then
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| Life is the art of learning to live with it
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| Through time
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| But you knew it
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| All along
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| You who are wiser than I
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| See it coming
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| See it coming
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| See it coming
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| Every time
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| How did you predict
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| The end of the world
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| When you can’t see beyond
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| The end of your nose
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| Would you look at the life I chose
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| Baby it’s you I need to tell it to
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Through time
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| Shouldn’t we be holding on
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Shouldn’t we be holding on
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Shouldn’t we be holding on
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Shouldn’t we be holding on
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Maybe no other will ever do
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| Proving us wrong all along
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| Ideals of love
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| Foolish romantic
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| Ideals of love
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| Could there be such a thing
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| How could there be such a thing
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| As beautifully flawed
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| Ideals of love |