| Weary of life you retired from the world
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| The voice in your soul that cried follow (follow)
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| Told you of treasures of silver and gold
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| Locked up in an heart that seemed hollow (hollow)
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| Secretly yearning to open the gate
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| To escape from your hurt and your sorrow (sorrow)
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| Painfully learning the cost of experience
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| Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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| You were always in a world of your own
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| At night leaving out food for the angels (angels)
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| You tried hard to capture them like little birds
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| You would keep them in cages forever and ever
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| Frightened by all that seemed golden and pure causing
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| All around you hurt and sorrow (sorrow)
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| Painfully learning the cost of experience
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| Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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| Resisting temptaion to unlock your heart
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| Living all of the time you could borrow (borrow)
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| Afraid to be free in a world without freedom
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| A life spent from to shadow to shadow (to shadow)
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| Once back in time in a white house of dreams
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| You hid all of your hurt and your sorrow (sorrow)
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| Painfully learning the cost of experience
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| Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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| Though you search all your life for what
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| Lay in your heart
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| And the treasure
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| The pleasure you follow
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| Painfully learning the cost of experience
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| Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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| Tomorrow, tomorrow
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| The cost comes tomorrow
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| Tomorrow, tomorrow
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| You’re learning tomorrow
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| Painfully learning the cost of experience
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| Comes with the frost of tomorrow |