| The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully.
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| And now I watch the people rolling by my window,
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| Wondering if they have found what they are looking for.
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| 'Cause everyone has, *has that* song inside that will forever keep us alive.
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| So where are you? |
| Oh, my listless one.
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| Are you still there writhing in what is gone? |
| Because
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| If we don’t go within then we may go without
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| Elation left to follow the silhouette of secrets.
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| Protruding evening, perhaps searching for
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| A new world before, before they die.
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| «Cause everything wants to give its gift to this silent world.
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| Before they die.
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| Die.
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| Where are you, oh listless one?
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| Are you still there writing a sad song?
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| And will protect our love and, oh! |
| how I long for
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| The rolling hills covered in nothing green grass
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| Where our thoughts will in touch our skin.
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| The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully.
|
| And now I watch the people rolling by my window,
|
| Wondering if they have found what they are looking for.
|
| 'Cause everyone has, *has that* song inside that will forever keep us alive.
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| 'Cause everything wants to give its gift to this silent world
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| Before they die.
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| Die. |