| The world is a lonely playground
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| When the carnival is leaving town
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| Sometimes golden and sometimes it is gray
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| Life is just a picture; |
| you paint it day by day
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| Stars will guide your way
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| You will find light someday
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| And why’d you feel alone?
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| You’ve got a sun of your own
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| Go find the open doors
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| The universe is yours
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| Who knows which door to go through?
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| Who knows which doors will shut?
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| What a crappy earthday
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| They sing no happy birthday
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| Am I a still born son of sadness
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| Climbing the mountain of human claim?
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| Love will paint your day
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| In all colors you might say
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| And while you hurry home
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| You’ve got a sun of your own
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| The moment will remain
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| Always start it all again
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| Stars will guide your way
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| You will find light someday
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| And why’d you feel alone?
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| You’ve got a sun of your own
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| Go find the open doors
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| The universe is yours
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| Listen to the music
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| That guides your escape
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| You figure out the pattern
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| To design the perfect day
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| The source of inspiration
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| The great gift from above
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| All that once was nothing
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| Has a meaning, and it’s love
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| It’s love!
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| Stars will guide your way
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| You will find light someday
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| And why’d you feel alone?
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| You’ve got a sun of your own
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| Go find the open doors
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| The universe is yours!
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| The day when I was born
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| The sun of your own! |