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To chase the reasons |
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We are stranded one by one |
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What did we expect to find here? |
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What did we expect to find? |
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Ragged strands of freedom |
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We trust to the forces that move us along |
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Revealing the time of wild growing fears |
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Of restless made rhyme of innocent years |
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Was it the gentle ones? |
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Was it the folding light? |
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Or was it the fire that burns |
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Turning it all into the summer night? |
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To face the seasons |
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And yet stand so far away |
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How could we have been so blind here? |
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How could we have been so blind? |
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Another chance has opened |
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We want to believe in the journey we're on |
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We trust to the smiles of the old and the wise |
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Uncovered in time to reflect in our eyes |
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Was it the gentle ones? |
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Was it the folding light? |
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Or was it the fire that burns |
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Turning it all into the summer night? |
