Now it ends and we’re here at the start
We rehearsed but no one prepared for the part
Years turned to months and months to weeks
Weeks turned to days and days to minutes
Minutes to seconds and now:
The clock strikes twelve
For all our practice and preparation
All our delirium and dedication
None can find the words
To describe the situation
Looking back it all seems truly mundane
Even so, none of it drove us insane
We say we’ve matured
But we’re still mere children
And I think none of us would complain
Another chance?
I’d never change a thing
Have lived life free from compromise
And step into the sunlight now
Without complaint
Now it ends and we’re here at the start
Anyone up for the final part?
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