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Bring you a tale from the pastel fields |
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Where we ran when we were young |
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This is a tale from the water meadows |
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Trying to spread some hope into your heart |
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It's mixed with happiness - it's mixed with tears |
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Both life a death are carried in this stream |
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That open space you could run for miles |
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Now you don't get so many to the pound |
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True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia |
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But it's a dream that i'll always hang on to |
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That i'll always run to |
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Won't you join me by the riverbank |
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Paradise found down by the still waters |
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Joined in the race to the rainbow's end |
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No fears no worries just a golden country |
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Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset |
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Now life is so critical, life is too cynical |
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We lose our innocence, we lose our very soul |
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True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia |
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But it's a dream that i'll always hang on to |
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That i'll always run to |
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True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia |
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But it's a dream that i'll always hang on to |
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That i always run to |
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Won't you join me by the riverbank |
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Come on and join me by the riverbank |