Even at 6 years old we have a sense of the things that we left in the past,
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and even Empirical science can't explain how the dust seems to fall like magic.
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Old...
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We're told...
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It's old.
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How can you get on, while thinking all along, "We were wrong, it's just a song."?
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Well then, it's just a song.
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But if we all were wrong, if this is just a song.
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If you say "This can't last.", then this can't last. Then this can't last!
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But do you still sing your heart out?
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Cause you know those words by heart now.
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First a glance, then a smile. We knew all the while
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but were still amazed to find such a common space.
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Then, marked by English light we'd be up all night and THIS FEELS RIGHT.
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So do you still sing your heart out?
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Cause you know those words by heart now.
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Have we ever felt this way before?
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Like the things we've weathered such might decay to something more,
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Like the freshness, excitement might somehow give way to something like wisdom or truth.
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It's the things we won't let settle but let set.
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And "The best books of our lives haven't been written yet."
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The Things We Won't Let Settle But Let Set
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| Defiance, Ohio |
