| Thinking back we were a struggling
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| All the people, places
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| We’ve left behind
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| What others want you are a struggling it Second chances are the hardest things to find
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| Another day, another sun is gone
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| And everything around us Slowly wears us down
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| So you pleasantly distract yourself
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| Time is passing
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| Don’t forget to look around
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| What if the life we knew wasn’t dead
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| It’s only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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| I’m tired of always stumbling through it That’s not the way to be Pay attention cuz it goes away
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| And don’t be bothered
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| By the things you can’t control
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| Very few things never fade away
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| Let the petty things
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| That dwell go where they go What if the life we knew wasn’t dead
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| It’s only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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| I’m tired of always stumbling through it That’s not the way to be This is how I have to clear my mind
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| This is how to take the blindfold off to find
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| What I see an image of my life
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| Then awake to find that everything was fine.
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| What if the life we knew wasn’t dead
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| It’s only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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| I’m tired of always stumbling through it That’s not the way to be What if the life we knew wasn’t dead
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| It’s only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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| I’m tired of always stumbling through it That’s not the way to be |