| Do you remember
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| That feeling, that we had long ago
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| Well it’s almost gone
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| I can sense it for an instant
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| Then like snow in my hand
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| It melts away
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| Will we ever, accept that
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| It’s already gone
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| Pushing, pulling, stretching
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| Trying hard to force it into shape
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| But the harder that we work it
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| The less it will ever be the same
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| Pushing, pulling, stretching
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| Trying hard to force it into shape
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| Pushing, pulling, stretching
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| Trying, it will never be the same
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| Do you remember
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| Last summer, sitting in a rented car
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| As the night rolled by
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| And you said I wasn’t trying
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| And I know you were right
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| Don’t know why I lied
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| Will we ever, accept that
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| It’s already gone
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| Pushing, pulling, stretching
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| Trying hard to force it into shape
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| But the harder that we work it
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| The less it will ever be the same
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| Pushing, pulling, stretching
|
| Trying hard to force it into shape
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| Pushing, pulling, stretching
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| Trying, it will never be the same |