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A few seconds of |
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contact, through our eyes |
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Told us that |
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they weren't good enough |
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to hide the true |
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meaning of the words |
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that poured forth out of |
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out of our mouths. |
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Strangers became |
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friends as we |
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Walked through the |
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Landscapes created |
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and touched the little that |
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the little that was left |
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of the love imagined |
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But you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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you see these days we |
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hold so tight |
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to anything that occupies our thoughts |
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and keep us from |
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moving forward |
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We've reached the point where |
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we become what we are |
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Two parts of the same heart. |
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you see these days we |
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hold so tight |
|
to anything that occupies our thoughts |
|
and keep us from |
|
moving forward |
|
We've reached the point where |
|
we become what we are |
|
Two parts of the same heart. |
|
you see these days we |
|
hold so tight |
|
to anything that occupies our thoughts |
|
and keep us from |
|
moving forward |
|
We've reached the point where |
|
we become what we are |
|
Two parts of the same heart. |
