| As long as I can keep my head from spinning back
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| As long as I can keep my focus on a point that lies ahead
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| As long as I can move along
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| As long as nothing too disturbing hits me wrong
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| Then I turn around
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| And I do that, all the time
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| Going there feels wrong
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| But the past is so much fun
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| And all memories are sweeter cause they’re gone
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| I always want to turn around
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| Theres a here and now
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| And people to be loved
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| There are ways to be discovered
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| Theres a green next to the rough
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| And sometimes I am not afraid to live
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| And most of all theres you and what you give
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| Then I turn around
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| And I do that, all the time
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| Going there feels wrong
|
| But the past is so much fun
|
| And all memories are sweeter cause they’re gone
|
| I always want to turn around
|
| And I do that, all the time
|
| Going there feels wrong
|
| But the past is so much fun
|
| And all memories are sweeter cause they’re gone
|
| I always want to turn around
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| As long as I can keep my head from spinning back
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| As long as I can keep my focus on a point that lies ahead |