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Used to be surrounded |
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By a forest of pine |
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But I made a small clearing |
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I called it mine |
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There was mist every morning |
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It hung suspended in air |
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Diffusing rays of the sunlight |
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Making a glow of the glare |
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Is it a funeral for heart and soul? |
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Is it a funeral for heart and soul? |
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One day some strangers stopped over |
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And so I wasn't alone |
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They started to like it out here |
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They started calling it home |
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Retreated into my bedroom |
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I was locked, barred, and bored |
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And now the bird at my window |
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She doesn't sing anymore |
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Is it a funeral for heart and soul? |
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Is it a funeral for heart and soul? |
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I need you |
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Sing to me at the top of your lungs |
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At the top of your lungs |
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You never cared so why would you start now? |
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You never cared |
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Why would you start now? |
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You never cared so why would you start now? |
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You never cared |
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Why would you start now? |