| Summer nights and long warm days
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| Are stolen as the old moon falls
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| And My mirror shows another face
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| Another place to hide it all
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| Another place to hide it all
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| And I’m lost, behind
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| The words I’ll never find
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| And I’m left behind
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| As seasons roll on by
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| Sleeping with a full moon blanket
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| Sand and feathers for my head
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| Dreams have never been the answer
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| And dreams have never made my bed
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| Dreams have never made my bed
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| And I’m lost, behind
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| The words I’ll never find
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| And I’m left behind
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| As seasons roll on by
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| Now I want to fly above the storm
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| But you can’t grow feathers in the rain
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| And the naked floor is cold as hell
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| The naked floor reminds me
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| Oh the naked floor reminds me
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| That I’m lost, behind
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| The words I’ll never find
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| And I’m left behind
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| As the seasons roll on by
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| If I should be short on words
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| And long on things to say
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| Could you crawl into my world
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| And take me worlds away
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| Should I be beside myself
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| And not even stay
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| And I’m lost, behind
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| The Words I’ll never find
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| And I’m left behind
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| As seasons roll on by, yeah yeah |