There and here

It fades in and out

It all fades in and out

But I don't mind right now

The world may be

slipping through my fingertips

But at least I've 

got a grip.

I don't know

How tomorrow's gonna go

But at least the world's

slipping through my fingertips

And that means I get

to touch a bit

of everything.

 

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