| Where’s the spring gone from my stride?
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| Can I feel you, see the real you
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| I know you’re there deep inside
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| You’ve got to let someone touch you
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| 'Cause in your dreams you still fly
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| Safe away from prying eyes
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| Where you can open like a flower
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| When did you become so old and tired that you forgot how to say
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| The words we’re not allowed to say
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| Can’t give too much away
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| You’ve got to stay cold, stay strong
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| But let your guard down, have some faith
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| That there will come a day when you can open like a flower
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| Where’s the heart gone from your sleeve?
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| Can I thaw you, see the raw you
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| Not too far gone to retrieve
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| This is for you, I implore you
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| To give yourself again
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| I know you feel the pain
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| Comes when you open like a flower
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| Healing wounds come apart again, this
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| Waxing moon
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| Dares to start again, and
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| Maybe soon
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| She’ll tend to all the broken parts of
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| Little loon
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| The warm winds drive the clouds apart
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| When did you become so old and tired that you forgot how to say
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| The words we’re not allowed to say
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| Can’t give too much away
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| You’ve got to stay cold, stay strong
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| But let your guard down, have some faith
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| That there will come a day
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| The words we’re not allowed to say
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| Can’t give too much away
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| (You can open like a flower)
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| The words we’re not allowed to say
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| Can’t give too much away
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| You’ve got to stay cold, stay strong
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| (You can open like a flower)
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| But let your guard down, have some faith
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| That there will come a day
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| When you can open like a flower, woah
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| Where’s the spring gone from your stride? |