| The early love seems to become jaded
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| I’m never expecting this
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| Glance towards the mirror,
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| Imagination towards the stars
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| The endless desire for my one and only true love
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| This will never change I predict
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| But I do get tired
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| If only they knew what push we have given
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| For this music
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| This happiness that keeps us all sane
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| Cold nights seem to force questions
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| Not wanting to accept these thoughts
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| I have worked and will keep working
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| To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life
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| Music
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| My only love
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| Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist
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| I guess I’m here but it feels weird
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| So weird
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| To know how weird all this can be It seems to never work out like I planned
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| Like we planned
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| One day it will all come together
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| First place desire in the backwards marathon
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| Thats all we can ask for
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| It’s raining… it's raining… it's raining… it's raining
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| When the sun comes up, it’s still raining
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| Slowly we grow
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| Weeds turn into
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| Smiling trance
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| Never mentioned
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| The early love seems to become jaded
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| I’m never expecting this
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| Dance for the mirror
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| Imagination towards the stars
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| The endless desire for my one and only true love
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| Dreams won’t let go Thoughts will not change
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| Can’t watch it fly away |