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You're crying but as long as it's transparent and not red |
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There's no real reason to be sad to the people who are |
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Smiling, always happy, always gay they do not know |
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That the edges of the mouth can move the other way |
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You're freezing, the ice on which you nearly slipped outside |
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Is in your body, in your mind, getting warmer you are |
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Dreaming, quite useless but it feels okay to you |
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In a world that's dreaming too, in a world in which you |
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Keep on searching for a thing sublime |
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When all you need is inside of you |
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Everybody's waiting for springtime |
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Well winter can be cozy too |
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Cherish the moment, cherish the key |
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That leads to sane insanity |
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Cherish incompetence, cherish me |
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Don't ever cherish somebody who |
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Keeps on searching for a thing sublime |
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When all you need is inside of you |
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Everybody's waiting for springtime |
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Well winter can be cozy too |
