Like something bright that leads on
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Like thoughts over coffee: to live and not to grow up
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How to borrow a heart and not take it away
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I know the rules, the rules
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Like words that stones fall to your feet
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“In other circumstances, I would, of course, be able to
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Do something important
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And don't promise! ” |
- such are the troubles, troubles
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We went outside, and each of us
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I didn't know where to go
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Probably through
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An hour would be lost
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But someone will raise the flag
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We went outside
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Suddenly so
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Who needs us if not ourselves
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When all that is distinctive sweeps away the world
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When the look is tired he recovers again
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And you and I dreamed of one:
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Where dad and mom are smiling
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Where our cozy will embarrass us
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And so unexpected among simple conversations
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You will feel that it is right, right
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We went outside, and each of us
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I didn't know where to go
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Probably through
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An hour would be lost
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But someone will raise the flag
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We went outside
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Suddenly so
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We went outside, and each of us
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I didn't know where to go
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Probably through
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An hour would be lost
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But someone will raise the flag
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We went outside
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Suddenly so
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We went outside, and each of us
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I didn't know where to go
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Probably through
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An hour would be lost
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But someone will raise the flag
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We went out into the street, the street, the street, the street
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We went outside, and each of us
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I didn't know where to go
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Probably through
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An hour would be lost
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But someone will raise the flag
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We went outside
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Suddenly so
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Like something bright that leads on
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Like thoughts over coffee: to live and not to grow up
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How to borrow a heart and not take it away
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I know the rules, the rules |