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Leave your candle at the door |
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take off your feathers |
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Show me your diamond pieces and such |
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I have a thought for you, only a little |
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To put in your pocket to rust |
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Shall we stare right through the window's pane? |
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What it shone outside, refrain |
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Hoping that we'd float away |
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Hoping that we'd fly with... |
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Daydreamers |
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And even though we try |
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Daydreamers |
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A snapshot of the light |
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But it won't capture us |
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And so we sat that night |
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Beside the firelight |
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Dancers in fields of lust |
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it picked us flowers |
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the dust dissolved away |
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And twilight was on the cusp |
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Standing in a gap of slight reserve |
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We embrace, recite a verse |
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Hoping that we float away |
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Hoping that we'd fly with... |
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Daydreamers |
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And even though we try |
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Daydreamers |
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A snapshot of the light |
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But it won't capture us |
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Though we shall remain |
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Our hope a refrain |
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Distant and contained within |
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Daydreamers |
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And even though we try |
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Daydreamers |
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A snapshot of the light |
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Now they've captured us |
