| Life, half afraid
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| of things beyond our reach
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| We fear they might collapse and bring us down
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| And life, too often too scared
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| of promises and choices
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| And of wings that stir the air
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| But someday
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| We‘ll set out for things that we crave
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| Though we can‘t foresee
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| Where the wild wind blows
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| All we have is this moment
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| All we have is this knowledge
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| That this life is a passage
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| So narrow, so wide
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| All we have is this union
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| Like rivers and oceans
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| And it all can be taken in a blink of an eye
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| Days like winding roads
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| A labyrinth of dreams
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| That often die before they come to life
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| Though we know
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| We can‘t sing this song forever
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| We keep on writing on
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| And on until the break of dawn
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| But our notions
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| Will someday be ghosts on the wind
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| And we can‘t hold back all that is to come
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| All we have is this moment
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| All we have is this knowledge
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| That this life is a passage
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| So narrow, so wide
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| All we have is this union
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| Like rivers and oceans
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| And it all can be taken in a blink of an eye
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| Blue wide open sea and sky
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| Something must be out there
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| In my outworn mind
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| Blue wide pinnacles and seas
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| Same old words and naive dreams
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| My sky
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| All we have is this moment
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| All we have is this knowledge
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| That this life is a passage
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| So narrow, so wide
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| All we have is this union
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| Like rivers and oceans
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| And it all can be taken in a blink of an eye |