| You’re crying but as long as it’s transparent and not red
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| There’s no real reason to be sad to the people who are
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| Smiling, always happy, always gay they do not know
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| That the edges of the mouth can move the other way
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| You’re freezing, the ice on which you nearly slipped outside
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| Is in your body, in your mind, getting warmer you are
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| Dreaming, quite useless but it feels okay to you
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| In a world that’s dreaming too, in a world in which you
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| Keep on searching for a thing sublime
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| When all you need is inside of you
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| Everybody’s waiting for springtime
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| Well winter can be cozy too
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| Cherish the moment, cherish the key
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| That leads to sane insanity
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| Cherish incompetence, cherish me Don’t ever cherish somebody who
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| Keeps on searching for a thing sublime
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| When all you need is inside of you
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| Everybody’s waiting for springtime
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| Well winter can be cozy too |