| Like a million little doorways
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| All the choices we made
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| All the stages we passed through
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| All the roles we played
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| For so many different directions
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| Our separate paths might have turned
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| With every door that we opened
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| Every bridge that we burned
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| Somehow we find each other
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| Through all that masquerade
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| Somehow we found each other
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| Somehow we have stayed
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| In a state of grace
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| I don’t believe in destiny
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| Or the guiding hand of fate
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| I don’t believe in forever
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| Or love as a mystical state
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| I don’t believe in the stars or the planets
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| Or angels watching from above
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| But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
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| And make it last…
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| Like a million little crossroads
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| Through the back streets of youth
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| Each time we turn a new corner
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| A tiny moment of truth
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| For so many different connections
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| Our separate paths might have made
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| With every door that we opened
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| Every game we played
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| Somehow we find each other
|
| Through all that masquerade
|
| Somehow we found each other
|
| Somehow we have stayed
|
| In a state of grace
|
| I don’t believe in destiny
|
| Or the guiding hand of fate
|
| I don’t believe in forever
|
| Or love as a mystical state
|
| I don’t believe in the stars or the planets
|
| Or angels watching from above
|
| But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
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| And make it last… |