| I think this time you’ve said enough to make me want to leave this place
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| Still I keep coming back for more of the same to fan the dying flame
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| Here inside these walls that seem to move a little closer every day
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| There must be a way out of this crazy game we play out to the end
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| Let us just pretend a while
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| Think about the good things now and then
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| I think this time that was the best time that we two had ever known
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| We tried the handle of the house upon the shore and found the open door
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| Once inside we found a curious moonbeam doing dances on the floor
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| We were only playing like two children who had stayed away from school
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| Two of us could not be wrong
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| Heaven knows who keeps the golden rule
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| I think this time we’ve learned enough to know that nothing is the same
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| But still the pounding of my heart hasn’t changed and leavin’s so strange
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| Here among my thoughts of you I find a gentle longing to be free
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| There must be a way out of this crazy game we play out to the end
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| Take away the in-between
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| Think about the good things now and then
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| We will see the day when you or I will stay or face up to the end
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| Let us just pretend a while
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| And think about the good things now and then |