Thinking back we were a struggling
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All the people, places
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We've left behind
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What others want you are a struggling it
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Second chances are the hardest things to find
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Another day, another sun is gone
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And everything around us
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Slowly wears us down
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So you pleasantly distract yourself
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Time is passing
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Don't forget to look around
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What if the life we knew wasn't dead
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It's only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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I'm tired of always stumbling through it
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That's not the way to be
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Pay attention cuz it goes away
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And don't be bothered
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By the things you can't control
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Very few things never fade away
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Let the petty things
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That dwell go where they go
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What if the life we knew wasn't dead
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It's only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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I'm tired of always stumbling through it
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That's not the way to be
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This is how I have to clear my mind
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This is how to take the blindfold off to find
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What I see an image of my life
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Then awake to find that everything was fine.
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What if the life we knew wasn't dead
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It's only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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I'm tired of always stumbling through it
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That's not the way to be
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What if the life we knew wasn't dead
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It's only been forgotten cuz we fought and lost again
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I'm tired of always stumbling through it
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That's not the way to be
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Awake
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Tantric |