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The old dog sleeps and sleeps these days |
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And we recall he used to play and play |
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Here we are, left alone again |
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In rooms of silence, we just join in |
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We join in |
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If you could return to that certain-something spring |
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What decision would you amend then? |
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Could you dream of them? |
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Stop and ask the night |
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What it stole from you |
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Ask the night what it stole from you, and |
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Can it be returned? |
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Restless hearts, do they come with youth or age? |
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Now here we are, just trying to fill a page |
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We're just trying to fill a page |
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Stop and ask the night |
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What it stole from you |
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Ask the night what it stole from you, and |
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Can it be returned? |
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Since you left, the seasons come and go |
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Now pain is the only word I need to know |
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It's the only word |
