Pastlives

Pastlives lyrics

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In the distance, futures grow New lines trace thee empty place Knowing how luck can Turn the wheel to watch you spin It doesn’t hurt any less If you slow down for the crash ahead She couldn’t wait, to grow old The prettiest thing, I’ve ever known But I was too young to grow old I was too weak to let her go