If this is where memories are
made, well,
Dreams do come true.
Everything I ever took for
granted
I want to see it through.
I step through every shade
Any the color you bring.
This time, this time, this
time
Is fine just as it is.
Today is whatever I want it
to mean.
It's like
It's like living in the middle
of the ocean
With no future, no past.
And everything that's good
right now,
Well, I don't wish for it
to last.
I'll step through brilliant
shades,
Every color you bring.
This time, this time, this
time
Is fine just as it is.
And today is whatever I want
it to mean.
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