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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 I'm gonna turn around And look into the past I'm gonna look and see All we have lived through I'm gonna slap myself And you'll laugh at the last Inside your little dream And then you'll see the truth It was the first time After the start of the end Incomplete conclusions Arrived at by a stranger/friend Invariably inaccurate Although maybe in a logical way If you thought you knew the truth A call would have set it all straight And maybe just a break Is all we really needed If you're uncertain now, think of All we have lived through If there were any other way And, God, I wish there was I'd have worked this all out And shown you the truth Of what I could be to you And shown you a prettier face Without any disguises With nothing standing in my place Determined to piece together The shattered looking glass That mirrored no reflection Of what would come to pass And the shadows Filter through the cracks Is that you, knocking on my door again? I never thought I'd see that happen again Beyond my wildest dreams, that never come true And now that we can relax a bit And talk it out at last We laugh and reminisce about All we have lived through Think about it awhile Remember it all All we have lived through Look at all we have lived through... Continued in Carousel Revolution Six: Ignite |