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Future Hold My Hand

The hurt of something special 
is everything it's not 
Tonight becomes tomorrow, 
Dreams of yesterday go rot;
If u wanna hold the future,
Future hold my hand; 
Words are everywhere 
Sittin in the air, 
On the tip of my tongue, 
I’ve Just begun
Comin from there 
Could be anywhere
Wish you'd stop 
But continue on, 
Want it to end
But in the end it will remain 
All the same,
Future hold my hand.

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