In the future we can move forward
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And picture all the parts of our dreams
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Of our pure, white thoughts
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We knew as children, and even now we remember
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The feeling of excitement as if our hearts were dancing
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There was no nervousness or hesitation, and brimming with anticipation,
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We felt that we could be anything
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How still it was when we started
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Now our hearts beat noisily
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After many, many a story
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That one scene most especially
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I want to burn it in my eyes
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Our pure white feelings
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No matter your ideals, they'll depend on you to draw near
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Even when you stumble over
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Or when you're worried about the murky future
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You can surmount them with your voice
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This world is where we take off running
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And picture the many pieces of hope
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That we want to fulfill in our hearts
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The times in which we, little by little,
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Spin together the shining images in our palms
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They will become something irreplaceable,
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Important and cherished
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It's not yet a completed story
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I won't forget that one scene
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I want to feel its radiance
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Let's go dye with whatever color
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Our pure white thoughts
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Whatever happened before, cheer yourself on
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Even when tears are spilled
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And when cheerfulness is not enough
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If I could be with you, we can smile
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In the future, we can move forward
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And picture the overflowing pieces of our dreams
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That we want to send out from our hearts
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One by one, we'll carry our feelings
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And if we connect them in a line
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The scene will spread out like a constellation
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Keep on chasing that pure, white light
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Beyond curiosity and deep emotion
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Our pure white feelings
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No matter your ideals, they'll depend on you to draw near
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Or when you're worried about the murky future
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You can surmount them with your voice
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This world is where we take off running
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And picture the many pieces of hope
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That we want to fulfill in our hearts
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