Today's winding roads
May take you places
You didn't want to go
Tomorrow we're on our own
Can't remember faces and
Things that I should know
But in the blink of the eyes
And a flutter of the lips
Before I could stop
The chill from your finger tips
Not that I would back out
Or ever back down
I just don't want to miss out
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