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| If our hands let go, it wouldn't make a sound
A coin keeps falling, never to return again
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| You and I beside each other
Pass by the dawn on our bicycles
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| On your mark, every time. Then you start running.
I catch the cold that's spreading around
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| On your mark, yet we'll never stop
We look up at the hill of dreams, feeling like we must go
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| And we, have small empty spaces in our hearts
Together we shake off a rain shower of words
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| An answer isn't given, though it seems an answer was given
Like reading a clock's symbols with invisible hands
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| You and I entirely
Recognize that we are still too young
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| On your mark, every time. Then you start running.
I catch the cold that's spreading around
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| On your mark, we cannot be free
Towards the heart of a dream, we are called to each other
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| And we..
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| On your mark, every time. Then you start running.
I catch the cold that's spreading around
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| On your mark, yet we'll never stop
We look up at the hill of dreams, feeling like we must go
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| On your mark, every time. Then you start running.
I catch the cold that's spreading around
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| On your mark, we cannot be free
Towards the heart of a dream, we are called to each other
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| Oh... and we |
