| Were we ever more than possible?
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| Willing candle flame to rise and fall
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| Pushing matchsticks with our teenage minds
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| Somehow snap our fingers and kill the lights
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| Was it real? |
| I’ve got to know
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| Is this the glade I fear I made up years ago?
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| All the ghosts you felt so certain of
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| Were they just a dream of childhood?
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| Have you woken, have you heard enough
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| Or are we finally in the wildwood?
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| The wildwood
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| Did I make the stormclouds fall away?
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| Did I make her love me for a day?
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| I was thirteen, oh I couldn’t sleep
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| Shimmering with impossibility
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| Was it real? |
| I’ve got to go back to the start
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| I’ve gotta find my heart, I’ve gotta know
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| All the ghosts you felt so certain of
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| Were they just a dream of childhood?
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| Have you woken, have you heard enough
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| Or are we finally in the wildwood?
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| The wildwood
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| All the ghosts you felt so certain of
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| (All the ghosts you felt so certain of)
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| Were they just a dream of childhood?
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| (Were they just a dream? Were they just a dream?)
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| Have you woken, have you heard enough
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| Or are we finally in the wildwood?
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| The wildwood |