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It's hard to gain perspective
When your point-of-view is tied between 38 and 64
Real life was hard to come by back in Sycamore
Every now and then, it'd shine into the corner of our eyes
We'd reach out to grab it, laughing in the night
Then it'd die in our hands
Like fireflies
It was easy to get lost in time when tomorrow was forever
We thought we could see the future
But now I'm not so sure
Every now and then, it shines into the corner of our eyes
We reach out to grab it, laughing in the night
And it dies in our hands
Like fireflies
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