| Broken hearts made of stone, Did we lose our sensitivity?
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| Now you can find them all alone, watching flaming dreams go by
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| You’re trying to catch the break of dawn, Blame it on your curiosity
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| So eternally, your inner dreams come back and out into the sun, Into the sun
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| Now we have a lot of love to give
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| But it’s not with each to all the misery
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| I dream of a past that we could have
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| Feel like we made up so entirely
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| Now we have a lot of love to give
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| But it’s not with each to all the misery
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| I dream of a past that we could have
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| Feel like we made up so entirely
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| You stick around, You got it bad but no one’s out there you can listen to
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| It seems to be so hard to find the colorful state of mind
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| But still you’re trying to catch it all, Blame it on your own philosophy
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| Eventually, your inner dreams come back and out into the sun, Into the sun
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| Now we have a lot of love to give
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| But it’s not with each to all the misery
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| I dream of a past that we could have
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| Feel like we made up so entirely
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| Now we have a lot of love to give
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| But it’s not with each to all the misery
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| I dream of a past that we could have
|
| Feel like we made up so entirely
|
| Now we have a lot of love to give
|
| But it’s not with each to all the misery
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| I dream of a past that we could have
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| Feel like we made up so entirely
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| Now we have a lot of love to give
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| But it’s not with each to all the misery
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| I dream of a past that we could have
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| Feel like we made up so entirely |