| Underneath the silent skies
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| All the stars are out of sight
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| On my empty street
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| My sorrow and me
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| Those trees have grown much taller
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| While I was finding my way
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| That playground seems smaller
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| Than back in the day
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| I knew the world I’m from
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| The future was still to come
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| I’m coming home
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| Feeling unknown
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| I wish you could see me now
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| I think you would be proud
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| You said one day I would understand
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| But I’m still waiting for Peter Pan
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| I wish you could see me now
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| I think you would be proud
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| You said one day I would understand
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| But I just want you to hold my hand
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| They say I’m a lot like you
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| Wish you were here too
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| You didn’t see me growing old
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| Didn’t see me getting strong
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| It’s time for words from a sermon
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| Time to say the last goodbyes
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| Time for coffee and bourbon
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| I just want our last goodnights
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| I whisper to the ground:
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| «Though you would always be around»
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| Wish you were not alone
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| In the great unknown
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| I wish you could see me now
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| I think you would be proud
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| You said one day I would understand
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| But I’m still waiting for Peter Pan
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| I wish you could see me now
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| I think you would be proud
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| You said one day I would understand
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| But I just want you to hold my hand |