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Well, I believe in a land |
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A land where fairy tales await |
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Where kisses hang on hooks like bait |
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And swing slowly back and forth before the faces of two lonely souls |
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This land which |
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I'm singing of |
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Houses such hatred, grief and love |
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So many wild and crazy things, emotions you would never dream of |
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Yet they're tearing through your burdened heart, your soaking eyes |
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CHORUS:And |
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I think it's time |
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I realized the strange reality |
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That this life this land is here and now and this person's me |
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So I am not gonna waste this moment |
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Next timeNow when, the night has found its end |
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You're sitting with that special friend |
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A pause it drifts between then and your departure |
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Don't walk away, that's unwanted space lingering in between you and the other |
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Move in for the kill |
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And I think its time |
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I realized the strange reality |
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That this life this land is here and now and this person's me... |
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BRIDGE:You will not forgive yourself |
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You will not move gracefully forward |
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You will dwell, oh will you ever? |
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It's hell, let me tell you |
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And I will not waste this moment |
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No, I will never waste this moment |
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I will not waste this moment |
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Next time |
