| Spring time, that’s the way it goes
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| Don’t forget we stole everything and nothing from the earth
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| Winter, came to us in time
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| Shadows and thought crimes
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| Don’t display the colours of your birth
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| Didn’t they tear you down my yellow rose?
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| Didn’t they baby?
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| Didn’t they poison everything that grows?
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| Didn’t they baby?
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| And when the summer ends, I feel you next to me
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| I sense your tethered limbs still longing to be free
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| My yellow rose
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| I could say it’s not like that but memory betrays
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| Everyone who dares to speak too soon
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| I would tell you about it but I can’t reason with
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| The tiny child within my past
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| And when the summer ends, I feel you next to me
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| I sense your tethered limbs still longing to be free
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| And with each winter’s breath I see you in my dreams
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| I know without your death I never can be free
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| Hold it down and keep it together
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| Hold it down, it can’t be forever
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| Memory betrays anyone who dares to speak too soon |