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Stay here, stay in the moment |
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Where the blooming of spring never ends |
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Let's go down by the willow tree |
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Roll with the hills till we make our ascent |
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All I imagined is all that I see |
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Gardens of flowers and warm summer breeze |
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There's a place where no trouble is seen |
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Everything's perfect but it's all just a dream |
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That I have when I sleep through winter that never ends |
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Open, open your eyes to |
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A world of all that can sadden your heart |
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Color absent from all I see |
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Skies are gray and the streetlights are dark |
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Lost in a sea of sad faces and hearts who claim |
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Eye for eye, tooth for tooth with words far beyond reproof |
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Still I remain unconvinced |
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All these years, hoped and we've dreamed |
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For a final escape but to no avail |
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All I hear the infinite buzzing of vanity's lips |
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Forming words for the eager in ear |
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There's a man reciting the words of his God |
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In a room full of pliable hearts |
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And each word, teaming with fire |
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Consumes any reason that's lingering near |
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Every word will precede a great cheer |
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To affirm that the problem could never lie here |
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And on goes the shifting of blame |
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All these years we've hoped and we've dreamed |
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For a final escape but to no avail |
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All I hear the infinite buzzing of vanity's lips |
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Forming words for the eager in ear |
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What I wouldn't give to go back to that place |
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Just to feel the warmth of the sun shining down on my face |
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The smell of young roses in bloom |
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I'd gladly spend the rest of my days in that afternoon |
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I can't bear to look at another sad face |
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In this town riddled with fear |
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Close your eyes, we'll make our escape |
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Shake the dust off your feet, dry the last of your bitter tears |