| Now the year’s been shorter
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| And days flew by, days flew by like they weren’t really yours
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| Try to keep your balance on a string
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| But that’s not easy while you’re doing my thing
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| You’re climbing to reach
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| Not stopping to breathe loosing your speech
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| And we’re far ahead and our days belongs to the future
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| When you feel it
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| It’s just the mother telling you
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| This is going too fast
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| This is going too fast
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| She’s saying we got here too soon
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| We can’t adjust just yet
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| We can’t adjust just yet
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| We can’t adjust just yet
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| Now the year’s been shorter
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| And days flew by, days flew by like they weren’t really yours
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| You suffer of an inner-rash
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| But you can’t see it, world’s a mash
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| Look at what we created, you don’t see it
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| But this is what you once hated
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| We’re far ahead and our days belongs to the future
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| When you feel it
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| It’s just the mother telling you
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| This is going too fast
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| This is going too fast
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| She’s saying we got here too soon
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| We can’t adjust just yet
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| We can’t adjust just yet
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| We can’t adjust just yet
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| We’re not here right now
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| We’re way past somehow
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| We’re way past somehow
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| If the skies weren’t moving so fast
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| And the trees did not sway in the wind
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| If everyone froze for a moment
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| And we paused for a while
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| By being so virtuous
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| We made world torturous
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| Look what it did to us
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| End |