| Trees looking over me,
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| No noise just the breeze,
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| They observe quietly.
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| Old, as old as can be,
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| Full of stories,
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| The bark barks one at me:
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| «It'll be over before you know it.
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| It’ll be over before you know it.
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| So your suppressed love, you should just show it.
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| Because it’ll be over, not slower,
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| So love and live this life like it is
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| Almost gone.
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| Like it’s almost gone.
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| Like it’s almost gone because it’ll be over,
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| Not slower,
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| So maybe it’s time you got to know her.»
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| Blank staring at the lake,
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| Open eyes are not awake,
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| Remember to take off the thought lenses
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| You wear
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| Behind your life like glare
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| To see truly what’s there.
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| Because it’ll be over before you know it.
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| It’ll be over before you know it.
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| So that suppressed love, you should show it.
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| Because it’ll be over, not slower,
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| So love and live this life like it is
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| Almost gone.
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| Like it’s almost gone.
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| Like it’s almost gone because it’ll be over,
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| Not slower.
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| If you’ve got dreams of London,
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| Find a way to go there.
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| You should go there. |