| The world began to slowly wind began to move gently
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| Wish I was still floating around somewhere I reach someone under
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| I’m not very concrete suggestions of God
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| So I’m still standing like a lost child has become an adult
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| The letter to you I’m far far away
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| I have just sort of cliche
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| Try putting a little stubborn sometimes try to be strong
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| You look so happy something like this in the Clouds
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| And then suddenly came to cry and feel happy
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| You did something I definitely came walking
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| Paper over his words but I have some stocks
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| Why do I still sad to see a pinch
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| Not seem
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| Without knowing the kind of thing you get lost, and goods
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| The morning visit to the natural
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| And then you cry and then somehow stick
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| But this reality is not something nicely
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| And understand the surprisingly reluctant to accept or
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| Who can not walk, so anything from here
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| Where ever you will hear from
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| Ancient Hobozuburusu
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| I longed to feel it and forget
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| To revive in my heart
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| Try putting a little stubborn sometimes try to be strong
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| You look so happy something like this in the Clouds
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| And then suddenly came to cry and feel happy
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| You did something I definitely came walking
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| And then you cry and then somehow stick
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| But this reality is not something nicely
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| And understand the surprisingly reluctant to accept or
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| Who can not walk, so anything from here |