| Long ago the grass was green
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| And the hills were capped with snow
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| But life wasn’t better there
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| So I proposed, that you and me were meant for something more
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| Now tell me if you think I’m wasting time
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| On chasing some dolled up dream that will leave me jaded
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| Well, I’d trade my skin to be young again
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| And i’d bow out…
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| But I don’t know what you want from me
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| Because You take it all
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| And I would give my eyes to
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| See you brood of vipers get whats coming to you
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| Now tell me if you think I’m wasting time
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| On chasing some dolled up dream that will leave me jaded
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| Well, I’d trade my skin to be young again
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| And I’d bow out graciously
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| But now the Good Lord’s waiting
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| At the gates with affirmation of my demons
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| I would trade my skin for a little innocence
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| And I’d carve out my name with my bare hands
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| (…And the sun is shing on me again) |