Don’t dream of hours gone by
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Of seconds came and spent
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Don’t wish on distant stars
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Of worlds come and went
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(Oh, what do I see?)
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Tripping through the moments
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(And to my shame)
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I’ve longed for years and months and days
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(And days…)
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Don’t wait for cloudless skies
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When the sun breaks in between
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Don’t hope on fruitless things
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What’s in our hands, on what is seen
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(Oh, what do I see?)
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Tripping through the moments
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(And to my shame)
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I’ve longed for years and months and days
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(And days…)
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Don’t swim in drowning grief
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Anticipating the despair
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Don’t choke the seeds of joy
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Give them life and give them air
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(Oh, what do I see?)
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Tripping through the moments
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(And to my shame)
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I’ve longed for years and months and days
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(And days…)
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Since I held the hands
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(That bore my shame)
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I count the years and months and days
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(And days…)
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Now
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| Poor Old Lu |
