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A crooked chimney standing in the middle of a field |
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Once surrounded by the walls of work |
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By laughter and by love, the sound of children playing |
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And the sound of people saying, |
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I love you, yeah you |
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A crooked tree stands naked near the center of the field |
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Barely rooted in the browns and grays of |
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EarthThat once was green, a place long since forgotten |
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In a world of yesterday except by me, yeah me |
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And oh, whose plan was this anyway |
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And I never thought he would want it to be that way |
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It once was beautiful, right here |
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It still is beautiful, in here |
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You once were beautiful, |
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I hearI hear it can be beautiful, just remember |
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A twisted little image in your perfect little world |
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Of the chapter where it'd all begun |
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About a song already sung, burnt around the edges |
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Nearly faded, nearly gone, even you, yeah you |
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A shiny building standing in the center of today |
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Where indifferent people go to work |
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Go about their pay, knowing they've forgotten |
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In a most convenient way, yesterday away |
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And oh, whose plan was this anyway |
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And I never thought he would want it to be that way |
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It once was beautiful, right here |
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It still is beautiful, in here |
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You once were beautiful, |
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I hearI hear it can be beautiful, just remember |
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And oh, whose plan was this anyway |
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And I never thought he would want it to be that way |
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It once was beautiful, right here |
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It still is beautiful, in here |
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You once were beautiful, |
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I hearI hear it can be beautiful, just remember |
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It once was beautiful, right here |
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It still is beautiful, in here |
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You once were beautiful, |
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I hearI hear it can be beautiful, just remember, oh yeah |
