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Who’s to say what’s impossible? Well they forgot this world keeps spinning and with each new day I can feel a change in everything. As the surface breaks, reflections fade, but in some ways they remain the same and as my mind begins its wings; there’s no stopping curiosity.
Who’s to say I can’t do everything? Well I can try and as I role along I begin to find things aren’t always just what they seem. I want to turn the whole thing upside down. I’ll find the things they say just can’t be found. I’ll share this love I find with everyone. We’ll sing and dance to Mother Nature’s songs. This world keeps spinning and there’s no time to waste. Well it all keeps spinning round and round and upside down. Who’s to say what’s impossible and can’t be found? I don’t want this feeling to go away.
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do. It was sometime in early September. You were lazy about it and you made me wait around. I was so crazy about you. I didn’t mind. So I was late for class and I locked my bike to yours, it wasn’t hard to find. Guess that I was afraid the if you rode away you might not ride back in my direction real soon. Well, I was crazy about you then. Now the craziest thing of all is over 10 years have gone by and you’re still mine. We’re locked in time.
There’s no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song I could sing but I can try for your heart. Our dreams and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving.
Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart, like why are we here? Where do we go? And how come it’s so hard? It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving. I’ll tell you one thing it’s always better when we’re together. (New Paragraph) All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things. For tomorrow night you’ll see that they’ll be gone too; too many things I have to do. If all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene, I’d be under the impression I was somewhere in between, with only two: just me and you. Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be. We’ll sit beneath the mango tree now. I believe in memories. They look so pretty when I sleep. There is not enough time, and there is no song I can sing. There is no combination of words I could say, but I will still tell you one thing we’re better together.
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