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If You Blink
Let’s pretend to watch
 a meteor shower on midsummer’s eve
 just to remind you 
 to remember to breathe
 and that it's okay to believe
 when you’re here with me
 When you listen close to the tolling of the bells 
 you’ll hear
 it tells a lonely story
 
 If one day --
 tomorrow, let’s say
 -- you wake drowning in supposedlys
 and blink this world away
 
 And the colours here --
 one day they disappear
 because the colours there
 bloom from the sky’s wind-up toy tears
 
 I’ll meet you on the other side
 
 Let’s run to a place
 where firedust keeps earth and sky apart
 just so we can see
 that we’ve made it this far
 close our eyes and open our hearts
 as we catch falling stars
 When you listen close to the sound of the rain
 you’ll hear
 it sings of who we are
 
 And we'll still have moonlight rooftops
 Even if we lose faith in our lives
 And maybe we'll get lost in just-maybes
 But they’re tomorrows in disguise
 
 If one day --
 tomorrow, let’s say
 -- you wake drowning in supposedlys
 and blink this world away
 
 I’ll be waiting 
 on the other side

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