| Stained glass
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| Your eyes
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| Windows through time
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| Memories draped in painted light
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| Like when we’re young and go
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| Dive into fallen leaves
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| And laugh about
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| Scrapes on our hands and knees
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| Before we learned to hurt
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| Or what the pain was worth
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| Sending me right back to it
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| Rejuvenator
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| I think I’ve done enough
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| But I keep working for it
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| The feeling building up
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| Until I can’t ignore it
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| You ever wanted something for so long
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| Then waste it all?
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| Old flame gone down
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| Young pride
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| Self doubt
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| Fantasies that you shape around
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| Like when you heard a song
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| That took you somewhere new
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| The feeling there’s
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| Nothing you wouldn’t do
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| To realize the dream
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| In love with how it seemed
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| I think I’ve done enough
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| But I keep working for it
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| The feeling building up
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| Until I can’t ignore it
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| You ever wanted something for so long
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| Then waste it all?
|
| I think I’ve done enough
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| But I keep working for it
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| The feeling building up
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| Until I can’t ignore it
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| You ever wanted something for so long
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| Then waste it all?
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| Rejuvenator for when
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| You forget how
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| You really used to enjoy to play
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| Rejuvenator for when
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| Your intentions
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| Aren’t as sure as they were when you begun
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| Rejuvenator for when
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| You forget how
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| You really used to enjoy to play
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| Rejuvenator for when
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| Your intentions
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| Aren’t as sure as they were when you begun |