| When she’s sad the world is lonely
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| Silver clouds are crying only
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| For the pain she feels
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| So deep inside
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| The love she thought would save her
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| Has somehow now enslaved her
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| To a dream she though she wanted
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| To come true
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| Spread your wings you can fly
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| But the dove is never free
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| In painted skies that shade the color
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| Of your dream
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| Only nightmares are real
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| Confusion conceals the only reason
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| For the feelings you can’t hide
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| When she smiles the world it shimes
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| But the silver clouds are only there
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| To hide the distant storm
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| That’s coming soon
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| The love she let surround her
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| Has become the waves that drown her
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| In the sea of everchaning
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| Warmth and cold
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| Spread your wings you can fly
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| But the dove is never free
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| In painted skies that shade the color
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| Of your dream
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| Only nightmares are real
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| Confusion conceals the only reason
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| For the feelings you can’t hide
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| You can fly
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| Spread your wings you can fly
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| But the dove is never free
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| In painted skies that shade the color
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| Of your dream
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| Only nightmares are real
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| Confusion conceals the only reason
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| For the feelings you can’t hide
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| When the nightmares ensue
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| All that you can do is paint your sky
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| Another brighter shade of blue
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| Spread your wings you can glide
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| Above the violent storms
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| That plague your life
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| You paint the picture blue or grey
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| Fly away |