| If it’s true that time moves in one direction
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| Then why is my head still in your lane?
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| Through days that have paced steady, strong, circled by
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| So where were you at this moment last year?
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| When the days started losing their light
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| Was the mark of my birth in the line of your sight?
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| Spring and summer, I learned from you
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| I did what I did, what I had to do
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| But how many seasons till time ain’t true
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| I believe there ain’t a place where time moves backwards
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| And the truth seems so clear and easy to tailor
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| I’ve been trying to leave you there but I have to get outside of myself
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| Did I know what I saw in that mountain sunrise?
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| Did I the light
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| I’ve been writing the same song over and over and over again
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| Spring and summer, I learned from you
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| I did what I did, what I had to do
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| But how many seasons till time ain’t true
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| Spring and summer, I learned from you
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| I did what I did, what I had to do
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| But how many seasons till time ain’t true |