I remember days gone by and what it was first like
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To never think that it could end
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Don't know what we were thinking
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And I reflect upon that night
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When we would breathe for the first time
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To see the hands raised high to the one we'd give our lives
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To this day I wouldn't change a single thing
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Except mistakes that separate
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To feel again the reason in
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What we give the part the role in which we live
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I feel like something busting
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Breaking out of its own skin
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I feel this child escaping outside of the heart of an old man
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I feel like something ripping and tearing off this callous
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Revealing me
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I never want it to end
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This old feeling we're feeling again
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Through the seasons of it all
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There were deserts that would fall
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And there were peaks that we would climb
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But in the valley's where we shined
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We couldn't dream a better dream
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The almighty call our name and do something with nothing
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And give purpose to melody
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To this day I wouldn't change a single thing
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Except mistakes that separate
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To feel again the reason in
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What we give the part the role in which we live
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I feel like something busting
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Breaking out of its own skin
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I feel this child escaping outside of the heart of an old man
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I feel like something ripping and tearing off this callous
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Revealing me
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I never want it to end
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This old feeling we're feeling again
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I never want it to end
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This old feeling we're feeling again
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Purpose To Melody
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| Disciple |
