| Days are humble days
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| We had a high ideal
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| But the fumbling strings
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| Once, I thought the world was blue
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| Now it’s raining colors
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| A paralyzing youth
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| I am never dreaming the wicked things we’ve done
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| Let’s walk into the whirlpool’s heart
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| And I will live still young
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| Come to a place I know where the air is clean
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| And we’re both alone
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| Maybe, we could capture there
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| Some love all we lost
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| In that never world
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| I am never dreaming the wicked things we’ve done
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| Let’s walk into the whirlpool’s heart
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| And I will live still young
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| Days forever dreaming the wicked things we’ve done
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| Let’s walk into the whirlpool’s heart
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| And I will live still young
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| I am never dreaming the wicked things we’ve done
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| Let’s walk into the whirlpool’s heart
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| And I will live still young
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| Days forever dreaming the wicked things we’ve done
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| Let’s walk into the whirlpool’s heart
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| And I will live still young |