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I wish I had one last try |
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Hidden somewhere inside |
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But it's all been spend before |
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When I reach for it |
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I can sense it in my hand |
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And when I try to grasp it |
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It's like sand, or water |
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Through my hopeful fingers |
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This just won't hold, hold, hold, hold |
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And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years |
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You and me, we'll still be the same |
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You and me |
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We'll be the same |
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We'll be the same |
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We'll be the same |