Most stories have a hero who finds you make your past your past
Some kind of magic happens late at night
When the moon smiles down on me and bathes me in its light
I fell asleep beneath you in the tall blades of grass
When I woke the world was new, I never had to ask
Most kind of stories save the best part for last
Most stories have a hero who finds you make your past your past
You make your past your past
It's a brand new day, the sun is shining, it's a brand new day
For the first time in such a long, long time I know I'll be okay
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