| The wind has changed and now it’s brought
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| All the sweetest smells he had forgot.
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| Not the faintest stench from the old days
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| As it all finally drifts away.
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| Damn those skeptics, harbingers of doom
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| Negative epidemic, followers of Hume.
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| He understands all her needs,
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| And for that she loves him eternally.
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| Syncretism is so natural
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| And they’re experiencing something so actual.
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| My sun is shining, how about yours?
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| It’s kind of blinding, burn my eyes pure.
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| It’s all been worth it.
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| Now he looks forward to waking up,
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| She’s unstuck him from his rut.
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| He couldn’t wait to run off and go to sleep
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| And let all his problems make their retreat.
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| Used to wake up screaming, stolen from our dreams
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| Now I wake up beaming and the world just gleams.
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| It’s all been worth it.
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| With a sense of impending doom
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| That it’s all going to end too soon,
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| It’s all too good to be true,
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| Where the f*ck is the other shoe?
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| It’s all been worth it. |