| Longing to rewind, to believe in changing tides
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| Clinging to a time, when innocence was always mine
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| They say they told me so, they say my boat will stay afloat
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| So let the candle glow, let it burn for all I know… there's something more
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| I can see the sun come through the rain
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| Little pleasures, little pleasures
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| Walking though reminded of the pain
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| Little pleasures, little pleasures
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| Consciously I glide, straight through ghosts and past remorse
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| But they can’t take my hope, thieves of dreams but not my soul
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| I’m the mystery, nostalgic for sweetness and tea
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| Taste of being free
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| I’ve seen, I’ve heard, I’ve wrote
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| And now I long to truly know the truth as I know my home
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| I can see the sun come through the rain
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| Little pleasures, little pleasures
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| Walking though reminded of the pain
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| Little pleasures, little pleasures
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| I can see, I can see, I can see the sun |