| The innocence of sleeping children
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| Dressed in white and slowly dreaming
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| Stops all time
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| I slow my steps and start to blur
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| So many years have filled my heart
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| I never thought I’d say those words
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| The further we go and older we grow
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| The more we know the less we show
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| The further we go and older we grow
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| The more we know the less we show
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| The very first time I saw your face
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| I thought of a song and quickly changed the tune
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| The very first time I touched your skin
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| I thought of a story and rushed to reach the end too soon
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| Oh, remember
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| Oh, please don’t change
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| So the fall came, thirteen years
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| A shiny ring and how I could forget your name
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| The air no longer in my throat
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| Another perfect lie is choked
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| But it always feels the same
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| So they close together
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| Dressed in red and yellow
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| Innocent forever
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| Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms still dream
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| The further we go and older we grow
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| The more we know the less we show
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| The further we go and older we grow
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| The more we know the less we show |