The breeze fingers through my hair
The warm air saturates my lungs
The biting rush upon my lips
This is it
This is the time
The time we sit back
Let go
Give fate a hand at the wheel
Life is fleeting
Youth is fleeting
All we have is this moment
So give it all you've got
First thing
Tomorrow
Tonight
We live
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