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When your sky starts to tumble and your rhymes start to lose |
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The meaning so tenderly given |
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When all your dreams lie down and die at your shoes |
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You can turn to me for livin' |
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When your sweet words begin to turn black on their vines |
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And they bear their fruit no longer |
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And lay down your love songs and leave them behind |
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I'll show you something stronger |
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The shadow you're chasin' will fade in the sun |
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Don't let disbelief deceive you |
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As you hide from your sorrow remember there's one |
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That only seeks to please you |
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But now you must follow your poems as they fly |
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Leaving trails of empty feelin' |
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Perhaps when you watch all your dream lovers die |
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You'll decide that you need a real one |