What if these were the best days of our lives?
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And what if I’ll never feel equally alive?
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What if we blow? The curtain might have fallen too soon.
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Who else will tell me I’m good the way I am?
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And who else will let me his shoulder to cry on?
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But if you were wrong and there’s nowhere else to turn.
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We’ll always want more of just something better,
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But once we are there, we reconsider.
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Maybe the one thing we had it wasn’t so bad.
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But deep in a cold, already know better,
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‘cause maybe before, we were only flooded
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In these times nobody knows where to go.
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My instincts tell me to run while I still can
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But then again, I know that there is no other man
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Struggle my soul the way you do.
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And all I seem to care about is you.
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We’ll always want more of just something better,
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But once we are there, we reconsider.
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Maybe the one thing we had it wasn’t so bad.
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But deep in a cold, already know better,
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‘cause maybe before, we were only flooded
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In these times nobody knows where to go.
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In these times of precautions and gossip magazines
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Reality is just a dot on the horizon.
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We want it all and still premodeled body
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Found fake in family.
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In these times nobody knows where to go.
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In these times nobody knows what’s to come.
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In these times nobody ever has enough.
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Dot On The Horizon
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| Lunik |
