| Sitting on a bench in a park in the world
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| a young boy puts a stone in the palm of my hand
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| see how it glows he says, finer then gold
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| and truer then some of the stories I´ve been told
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| In the city alarm in the beat of my heart
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| somewhere I hear your voices they speak to me
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| ´bout the riddles in the wind, and how it all begin
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| ´bout the search for love before we go
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| for a reason we don´t know
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| Lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
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| secret is the wind that carries all the falling leaves
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| lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
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| time´s a thief while everything fades away
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| I want to belong to the living, not walk with the dead
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| wanna hear the childrens laughter, need something to belive in
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| wanna see the cherry blossom, see how they riding in the wind
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| need the heat of your body, need to be close to you
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| need to be loved by you
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| Lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
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| secret is the wind that carries all the falling leaves
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| lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter |
| time´s a thief while everything fades away |