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Our star looks bright |
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As we curse it for the final time |
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And we forget to breath |
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And we regret |
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The process of our age |
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Progress, stagnation and decay |
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And we breath deep |
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And we realise that hope is not enough |
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Our game is up |
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So caught up in the whens and whys |
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We forget to breath |
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Breath in |
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Breath out |
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Breath deep |
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Well for a year we lived like kings |
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We had everything we could ever need |
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And we slept |
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And we slept soundly in our royal beds |
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As the walls came crashing down around our heads |
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And we realise that hope is not enough |
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Our game is up |
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So caught up in the whens and whys |
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We forget to breath |
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And we realise that hope is not enough |
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Our game is up |
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So caught up in the whens and whys |
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We forget to breath |
