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into a single moment Heart into the past, Like a stream run trail at last never end, hold on Things can be quite so bad Than all we have and all we had Never worry we won't return, Lost in a fire that cannot burn today Sweeping bands and barking dogs Shopping malls and catalogues Traffic start on busy streets Lovers line between the sheets Business moguls, computer freaks Modern artist, new techniques Money comes and money goes Children cry and still suppose end will end today Hold on, hold on There's got to be a future, Hold on |
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