| Come back to me when your eyes are full
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| Of crystal lakes and mountains torn
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| Across the sky of aging uniqueness
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| Tenderness I’ve rarely seen
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| Kiss the tips of trees and please
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| True joy in this sunlight
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| I am awake
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| I am always awake
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| Wash away my mistakes, wash away my mistakes
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| These ray-ay-ays, ray-ay-ays
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| Dirt the dirt in this holy summer
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| Teeth creak as my friends they sleep
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| I know you all as messy things
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| Water brings back all my tears
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| Tears torn before the sunset
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| I know, I know where I’m going
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| I am awake
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| I am always awake
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| Wash away my mistakes, wash away my mistakes
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| These ray-ay-ays, ray-ay-ays
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| Come back to me when your eyes are full
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| Of crystal lakes and mountains torn
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| Across the sky of aging uniqueness
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| I am awake
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| I am always awake
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| Wash away my mistakes, wash away my mistakes
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| These ray-ay-ays, ray-ay-ays |