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This is how we like to end |
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Takes a moment to begin |
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Time to leave the book behind |
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And turn the pages of the tide |
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Plant the memories in a safe place |
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'Til they grow into an embrace |
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When they share the separate leaves |
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Then the branches start to bend |
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This is how we like to end |
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This is how we like to live |
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Sometimes it takes so much to give |
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Sometimes we're broke until we learn |
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We blame the world until it turns |
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But is that how the magic started? |
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Or is this how we're brokenhearted? |
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Is this what it takes to try? |
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We don't always get to win |
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This is how we like to end |
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So put your conscience in this cradle |
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And let it live until we're able |
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And it's not up to you and me |
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It's just how we like to mend |
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This is how we like to end |
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This is how we learn to breathe |
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And it's not up to you and me |
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Takes a moment to begin |
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This is how we like to end |
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This is how we live life |
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This is how we say goodbye |
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We can't say it by ourselves |
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So we tell it to a friend |
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This is how we like to end |
