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Now here's tomorrow's then Tomorrow is simply a maybe Yesterday's a blur that's already gone And I struggle to keep the time To keep the time... Beatitude Spare your secrets To rain from the sky And enjoy Falling from grace I can not exchange this feeling in my heart For the fortunes of the multitudes There's an art to making sense, I know But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude... Is Beatitude... Is Beatitude But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude
Writer(s): Kirsty Hawkshaw, Amy Hobbs, Dirk Duderstadt, Mark Duderstadt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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