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I dreamed a garden full of light, |
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Just you and a man in white |
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He tears the apples from your eye, |
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Just to navigate your rise |
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Waiting for the moment |
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When the night becomes kind |
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There's a shadow creeping through here, |
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Will it reach your heart and mind? |
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Standing in the corner, |
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Too tired to sense defeat |
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You long to take this with you, |
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Yet yearn to be set free |
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I've wasted words of love and faith, |
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Their true meaning came too late |
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Now they're just whispers in the dark |
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Just scars upon your heart |
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Scars... Waiting for the moment |
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When the night becomes kind |
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There's a shadow creeping through here, |
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Will it reach your heart and mind? |
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Standing in the corner, |
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Too tired to sense defeat |
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You long to take this with you, |
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Yet yearn to be set free |
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There's a kind of hope |
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You hold onto |
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When the way is dark |
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And there's little to lose |
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A kiss good-night |
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The trap we spring |
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Don't turn me out! |
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I've gold to bring |
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A kiss good-night |
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The trap we spring |
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Don't turn me out! |
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I've gold... |
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I've gold to bring |
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Waiting for the moment |
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When the night becomes kind |
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There's a shadow creeping through here, |
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Will it reach your heart and mind? |
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Standing in the corner |
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Too tired but |
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I see fine |
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Are you holding up? |
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Is this situation dire? |
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There's a kind of hope |
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You hold onto |
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When the way is dark |
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And there's little to lose |
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Can you build a life |
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From on your knees? |
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When the cost you paid |
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Is the price you seek |