| Let’s raise a family warmly now growing
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| Which waits a while in the mean time we’re knowing
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| All that I see all that is a part of me
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| Turns into the past eventually
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| Could is good should is beaked and feeding
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| Some things drift again and nothing new survives repeating
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| Yours and mine hope is a beacon
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| So we watch a while go by and all the light is leaking
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| What would it take to make it right?
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| We’ve blurred the colors of our face
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| When you’re a dark and empty night
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| How come I let you in my place?
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| What would a little bit still mean?
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| We’ve painted all the grass blades black
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| When I’m a claw like I have been
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| How come you always take me back?
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| Let’s think it through again, see it in some meaning
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| How to sweeten up the sight that we’ve been busy beating
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| All that I can all that part about the plan
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| Take it back and try to understand
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| Should is tough likely to call out the bluff
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| Clipping at the peak and all the noise is just as much
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| My cold crown I’ve been busy freezing
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| So we watch a while go by and all the light is leaking
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| What would a little bit still mean?
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| We’ve blurred the colors of our face
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| When I’m a claw like I have been
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| How come you let me in your place?
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| What would it take to make it right?
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| We’ve painted all the grass blades black
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| When you’re a dark and empty night
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| How come I always take you back? |