Slow down
This is such a blur
Tell me what's the hurry now
Have we [bad word] round in circles
Missing all that we could be
You say it's not too late

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We are words
On pages that we've left unturned
An ending no one's ever heard
We are a story slowly unfolding
Beautiful words

I could walk across the ocean
With you walking next to me
And you could melt away this winter
Now we're starting over
We will see it's not too late

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That last when everything else has passed
Even when the stars are gone
I know every single beautiful word that we were will live on

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