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All the places you could be |
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Of all the stars and galaxies |
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Chances are, we'll never know |
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what it took it to call this place our home |
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it's beautiful just to exist |
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created from true nothingness |
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all the places you could be |
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of all the stars and galaxies |
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We are here |
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we walk this earth |
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through soil and dirt |
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we've made our mark |
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when the dust begins to clear |
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footprints we left |
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will still be here |
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shadows chased our every move |
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they tell our stories to the moon |
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in an universe that's infinite |
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it's beautiful just to exist |
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things, had to crash and collide |
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pieces, to fit and divide |
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choices, to make and decide |
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isnt it a miracle |
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that tonight |
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we are here |
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we walk this earth |
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through soil and dirt |
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we've made our mark |
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when the dust begins to clear |
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footprints we left |
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will still be here |
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things, had to crash and collide |
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isn't it a miracle, |
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isn't it a miracle |
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we are here |
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we walk this earth |
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through soil and dirt |
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we've made our mark |
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when the dust begins to clear, |
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footprints we left |
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will still be here |
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all the places you could be |
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all the stars and galaxies |
