| The sky seems full when you’re in the cradle
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| The rain will fall and wash your dreams
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| Stars are stars and they shine so hard
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| Now you spit out the sky because it’s empty and hollow
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| All your dreams are hanging out to dry
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| Stars are stars and they shine so cold
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| I saw you climb
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| Shadows on the trees
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| We lost some time
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| After things that never matter
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| I caught that falling star
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| It cut my hands to pieces
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| Where did I put that box?
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| It had my name in it
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| I saw you climb
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| Shadows on the trees
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| We lost some time
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| After things that never matter
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| The cogs have clicked and
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| The clocks will have their say
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| In the making of a day
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| You came here late
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| Go home early
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| Who’ll remember?
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| Now you’ve gone away
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| Gone away… |