Slipping through my fingers

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I can already see you slipping through my fingers
We promised we'd stay close
But time is not our friend
And we are so much more.
If I could find a way to keep you
I promise
I would
But the future won't be stopped
And I, like the wind can't help hurting the tree
Can't help hurting you.

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