Here's another kind of story,
One of those you might not like
But it's love that makes its verdict
And it's love that keeps us high.
And one day you will see
When the foam leaves the sea
That everything you ever wished for
Turned into a dream
And all the way
And all the way I was so sure
We made a mistake
But if I'm still ‘round
I have no doubt
That all that's been
Was for becoming ourselves
This is some kind of a story
Of our tragic ending lives
In the end you feel so sorry
For contemplating suicide
And one day you will see
When the foam leaves the sea
That everything you ever wished for
Turned into a dream
And all the way
And all the way I was so sure
We made a mistake
But if I'm still ‘round
I have no doubt
That all that's been
Was for becoming ourselves
And all the way
And all the way I was so sure
We made a mistake
But if I'm still ‘round
I have no doubt
That all that's been
Was for becoming ourselves
And all the way
And all the way
And all the way
And all the way

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