| And I still remember the turn of the leaves
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| And the first signs of blossom on our cherry trees
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| And I still hear rivers from old memories
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| I still star at starlight but only in dreams
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| 'Cause we broke the home that we had
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| And there’s no, there’s no going back
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| To when things were alive
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| And blue could describe
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| The colour the sky was before it burned
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| When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
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| And we didn’t have to wonder what wild things were
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| Well I’m scared of forgetting how things used to be
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| Like the days we could lay down on grass that was green
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| And I miss how the winter once painted these streets
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| And the sound that the snow made under my feet
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| 'Cause we broke the home that we had
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| And there’s no, there’s no going back
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| To when things were alive
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| And blue could describe
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| The colour the sky was before it burned
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| When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
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| And we didn’t have to wonder what wild things were
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| When we still woke up to the sound of the birds, of the birds
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| And we didn’t have to wonder what wild things were
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| Well if I have a daughter how will I ever tell her
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| The ghost that came before her
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| Just broke the home that she has
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| There’s no, there’s no going back
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| To when things were alive
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| And blue could describe
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| The colour the sky was before it burned
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| When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
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| And we didn’t have to wonder what wild things were, no, no, no
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| When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
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| We didn’t have to wonder what wild things were
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| She’s always gonna wonder, she’s never gonna know
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| She’s always gonna wonder, she’s never gonna know
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| What wild things were
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| Wild things were
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| What wild things were
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| What wild things, wild things were |