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Walk through the hills |
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The ones so golden, the ones beholdin' |
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The fondest memories of yesteryear |
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And I will follow you |
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You know I won't fear, I'm growing up my dear |
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And starting to hear my own direction |
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Finally, there's something I can hold onto that isn't broken |
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It's in my hand, the smallest grain of sand |
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Becomes a Hidden Treasure |
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So write me a letter |
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One I'll save forever inside these broken drawers |
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The ones that I find that make me smile |
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And don't file me away |
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With things forgotten, things old and rotten |
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'Cause I was the one you could really talk to |
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Here in the now |
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Finally, there's something I can hold onto that isn't broken |
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It's in my hand, the smallest grain of sand |
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Becomes a Hidden Treasure |
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Why are we severe |
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To the one's we hold dear and closest to our hearts? |
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Always biting the hands that feed us |
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When here in the now |
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Finally, there's something you can hold onto that isn't broken |
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In your hand, the smallest grain of sand |
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Becomes a Hidden Treasure |
