| At the stroke of midnight
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| Her body failed
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| And what seemed like a dream turned out to be real
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| The fear in her sons eyes
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| His tears resembled the rain outside
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| He approached her bedside for one final goodbye
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| We are always chasing
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| But never seizing the moment
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| Has my time been wasted
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| Fighting for things I can’t change
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| I’m fighting for things I can’t change
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| I was never good at farewells
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| The fear in my eyes
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| I know you can tell
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| Your unable to speak
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| But there’s no need
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| Just squeeze my hand and let me know you hear me
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| I’ve been promised the best years
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| But suffered some of the worst
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| I’m not asking for much here
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| Just something good to come first
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| I’m afraid of what I’ll see when the curtain drops
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| When the lights go out
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| When the music stops
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| Because I’m afraid of what I’ll find if I search to hard
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| Will I lose my mind
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| Will it break my heart
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| As the story goes
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| There’s always someone slowing you down
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| It’s time to face the truth
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| There’s no one left around
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| I’ve faced the worst, took the best, and picked my knees off the ground
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| With just enough of myself to turn this life around
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| We are always chasing
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| But never seizing the moment
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| Has my time been wasted
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| Fighting for things I can’t change
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| I’m fighting for things I can’t change |