| In quite prickly
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| There are childhood roses in their bushes
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| Those stings at the fingertips
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| They healed over and over again
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| Showers, thunderstorms
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| I know it wasn't the time
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| The ever-shining sun
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| Even though I remember it today
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| Let there be a wind sometimes
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| And my mirror pad in turn
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| Let there be camouflage, let there be ice
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| And again in May
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| Hot nights, dancing and work
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| What the heart can take
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| And the mind can understand
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| May life come when it comes
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| Appropriately clouds and sunshine
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| Later, the games changed
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| And pirate money for kisses
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| In the school hallways
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| We love and hate were played
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| Touches, whispers
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| The summer hymn to tears ran out
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| The girl is numb in that feeling
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| I know everything has strengthened
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| Let there be a wind sometimes
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| And my mirror pad in turn
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| Let there be camouflage, let there be ice
|
| And again in May
|
| Hot nights, dancing and work
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| What the heart can take
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| And the mind can understand
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| May life come when it comes
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| Appropriately clouds and sunshine
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| Tomorrow somewhere
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| No matter how you treat me
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| Everything I've once encountered
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| Helps the future to face
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| Let there be a wind sometimes
|
| And my mirror pad in turn
|
| Let there be camouflage, let there be ice
|
| And again in May
|
| Hot nights, dancing and work
|
| What the heart can take
|
| And the mind can understand
|
| May life come when it comes
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| Appropriately clouds and sunshine
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| Appropriately clouds and sunshine |