| Is a fool right to live a life
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| Blurry eyes, in a trap of his own
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| It’s in our roots now, so never mind
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| Wait in line for the flowers to grow
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| Heavy on our shoulders
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| A space in time to make things okay
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| The reasons I just cannot explain
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| A spacious sky and sun-soaked wave
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| Will wash over you, and the years of pain
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| We are living apart now
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| So please don’t give in
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| ‘Cause I, I don’t really know where I should begin
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| Simple kind of daydream
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| Always slips away of you and me
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| But growing up the better I see
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| Growing up the better I see
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| Tired of you throwing advice about how you think I am withdrawn
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| Heavy on my shoulders
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| Reaching high while I weather out, tight by only scenes of a storm
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| A space in time to make things okay
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| The reasons I just cannot explain
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| A spacious sky and sun-soaked wave
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| Will wash over you, and the years of pain
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| We are living apart now
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| So please don’t give in
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| ‘Cause I, I don’t really know where I should begin
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| Simple kind of daydream
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| Always slips away of you and me
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| But growing up the better I see
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| Growing up the better I see
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| Reaching high, I’m drifting
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| Through mountains of smoke
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| It’s the sting on my skin
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| I’m absorbed by the thought of you
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| Drifting all alone
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| In the midst of it all, I’m gone
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| We are living apart now
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| So please don’t give in
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| ‘Cause I, I don’t really know where I should begin
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| Simple kind of daydream
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| Always slips away of you and me
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| Growing up the better I see
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| Growing up the better I see
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| Growing up the better I see
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| Growing up the better I see |