| Focused on the things we’re missing
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| Ignoring everything we’ve got
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| A thousand doors that stand wide open
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| Won’t make up for just one that’s shut
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| Seeking nearness from the distance
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| But scared whenever it comes close
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| Frozen hearts exposed too briefly
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| To the sun to melt the floes
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| All my secrets, dreams and wishes
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| Freely laid into your hands
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| My faith and my self-esteem
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| Rise and fall at your command
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| All my nerves and all my senses
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| In constant state of red alert
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| A mind in pointless, restless motion
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| A body hopelessly inert
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| Hiding behind walls of silence
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| When there would have been so much to say
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| Whoever said Silence is golden
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| For sure he’d never come our way
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| Nostalgia is a dangerous poison
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| If mixed with bitterness and grief
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| Makes the past look so much brighter
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| Forms illusions of relief
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| Makes what’s lost still seem an option
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| Though it failed the test of time
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| Pretends the years have done no damage
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| That we’re still in our prime
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| Wasn’t it good, good just the way it was
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| Wasn’t it good, before we first tasted loss
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| When it felt real, and not too good to be true
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| When we were young and free, and unafraid
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| And when time was on our side
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| Wasn’t it good, as long as we still had hope
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| And firmly believed, that we had the strength to cope
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| With whatever would come and stand in our way
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| When we thought the life ahead of us
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| Would unfold to our demands
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| In life we get a thousand chances
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| But less they get with every year
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| We hoped that time would be on our side
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| But it moved on and left us here
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| Wasn’t it good, good just the way it was
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| Wasn’t it good, before we first tasted loss
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| When it felt real, and not too good to be true
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| When we were young and free, and unafraid
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| And when time was on our side
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| Wasn’t it good, as long as we still had hope
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| And firmly believed, that we had the strength to cope
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| With whatever would come and stand in our way
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| When we thought the life ahead of us
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| Would unfold to our demands |