| You said it’s your brain,
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| playing tricks all the time
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| act like you’re young in the bright morning sun,
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| with a future you’re still get to climb.
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| And the light of a lamp,
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| bouncing back of the glass.
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| Stood at the gate in a glorious state,
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| where you’re going I’m too scared to ask
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| The streets outside are warm and clear, love can’t hold you here.
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| I hear your voice, whisper stay, the years have loved us…
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| I remember this time, in a fabulous place,
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| nothing around no image no sound,
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| had the strenght to really exist.
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| You all wrapped in white the start of the end and I alone and away
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| from the stone. |
| A force to be reckoned with.
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| The streets outside are warm and clear, love can’t hold you here.
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| I hear your voice, whisper stay, the years have loved us
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| The years have loved us…
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| The years have loved us… |