Well I believe in a land
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A land where fairy tales await
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Kisses hang on hooks like bait
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And swing slowly back and forth
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Before the faces of two lonely souls
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This land in which I'm speaking of
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Houses such hatred, grief and love
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So many wild and crazy things
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Emotions you would never dream of
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Yet they're tearing through
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Your burdened heart, your soaking eyes
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And I think it's time
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I realized the strange reality
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That this life, this land
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Is here and now and this person is me
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But I'm not gonna waste this moment next time
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Now when the night has found its end
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You're sitting with that special friend
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A pause, it drifts between then and your departure
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Don't walk away, that's unwanted space
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Lingering between you and the other
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Move in, move in, move in for the kill
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And I think it's time
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I realized the strange reality
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That this life, this land
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Is here and now and this person is me
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You will not forgive yourself
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You will not move gracefully forward, no
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You will dwell, oh will you ever
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It's hell, let me tell you, oh
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Sit all night, waste this moment
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No, I will never waste this moment
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Said I will not waste this moment next time, no
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Next Time
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Kina Grannis |