| Spent my life looking for
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| Happiness like it was buried treasure
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| Somewhere behind the secret door
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| Surely there were riches beyond measure
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| I would take my sanity to task
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| Walk across broken glass, to find it
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| And no mountain top was left unclimbed
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| Before I ever took the time to look inside me
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| These dreams of mine, these precious years
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| Oh, how they shine like diamonds and tears
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| The slow grace of time, the joy and the fears
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| Oh, how they shine like diamonds and tears
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| Oh, sure, there was love
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| And of course I thought it’d be my salvation
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| And in a way, I guess he was
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| There’s always room for higher education
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| Yes, I have said and heard the word goodbye
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| Felt the blade and turned the knife, sideways
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| But I’d crossed bridges while they’d burn
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| To keep from losing what I’ve learned, along the way
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| These dreams of mine, these precious years
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| Oh, how they shine like diamonds and tears
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| The slow grace of time, the joy and the fears
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| Oh, how they shine like diamonds and tears… |