| You dropped your marbles on the floor
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| It all came crashing down at my feet
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| I’ve seen it all before
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| In a different city — different street
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| But something about you made me look again
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| Maybe I recognized myself in the fall
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| What are the odds two strangers should meet
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| And find that they weren’t strangers at all?
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| Eyes may close and lungs may cease to breathe
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| Music may stop and everybody leave
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| But we are neverending
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| You swang an axe at my core
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| And I came crashing down at your feet
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| I’ve been burned before
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| In a different fire — different heat
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| I saw something dancing in the flames
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| Maybe I recognized myself in your glow
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| What are the odds it should take a blade
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| To teach a forrest how to grow?
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| Eyes may close and lungs may cease to breathe
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| Music may stop and everybody leave
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| But we are neverending
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| Earth may burn — mountains may fall into the sea
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| Life is a sentence — love will break us free
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| We are neverending
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| Eyes may close and lungs may cease to breathe
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| We are neverending
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| Music may stop and everybody leave
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| But we are neverending |