| Oh, will you walk or slowly run
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| Sweet old man, it is time
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| Disappear, but still there is laughter
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| I’m in the shadows being you
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| Graying hair, random blues
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| Guess there’ll always be someone after
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| Guess we’re always in beginnings of our wildness to return
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| We rise into it and we feel a little lighter
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| Guess we’re always in the question of the things we never learn
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| But we’re only gone, like singers are
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| Till springtime let them out
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| If they shall let them out
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| No?
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| Some said the night is here so sleep
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| But if they knew the way
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| How a weather builds in the silence
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| It’s where you try it’s gonna land
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| It’s where you land it will try
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| Guess it all looks just like we’re dancing
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| Guess we’re only in beginnings of our silence to return
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| I rise above it and I feel a little lighter
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| Guess we’re always in destruction of the little things we’d learnt
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| But we’re only gone, like singers are
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| Till springtime Let them out
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| If they should let them out
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| No?
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| And in the morning we’ll row out and see what’s down there, oh
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| We cannot empty out this lake before I die
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| We let them back when it just felt like we were stealing, oh
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| But we’re only gone, like singers are
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| Till springtime let them out
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| If they should let them out
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| No?
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| I’m going to miss you now, alright
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| Guess I walk it somehow
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| Travel on to feel what is out there
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| It’s on the borders you will think
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| Just of all these goodbyes
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| And the memories of being looked after
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| Guess we’re only in beginnings of our wildness to return
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| I rise into it and I feel a little lighter
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| Guess we’re always in the faces of the things we never learn
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| But we’re only gone, like singers are
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| Till springtime let them out
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| If they should let them out
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| No? |