| Where are the days, the childish ways?
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| They can’t be far behind me
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| She once lived here, my old friend fear
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| Ceaselessly to remind me
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| Yes, Yes I, Yes I hear you!
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| You may not hear the words I hear
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| But rambling is her song
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| So I translate, I fly, I skate
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| Where child of sky and earth belongs
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| Yes, Yes I, Yes I hear you
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| I find that I don’t do so well
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| With the words that hide from me
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| But the ones that introduce themselves
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| Say a thousand things to me
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| Say a thousand things to me
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| You may not feel the burning sweat
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| But a fire is raging inside her
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| It’s burning through the black and blue
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| Searing through all that I call mine
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| Yes, Yes I, Yes I feel you |