They moan like that
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My youth has come back
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I will not come back anymore
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Because the waters run out
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And the water always circulates
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Rocks are falling from the clouds
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They moan like that
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My youth has returned
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I will not come back anymore
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Because the waters run away
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This water like the old world
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The passing of time is not touched at all
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It flows like this
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A billion years
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And here nothing changes
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Even if you want to
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Stop her
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And so it will go back to the stream again
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It used to be water on someone else's mill
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Changed to wine, she awoke singing
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The saint was washing away the feeling of guilt
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And it got into people's blood too
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They moan like that
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My youth has come back
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I will not come back anymore
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Because the waters run out
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What is it not?
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I will not come back anymore
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Will pass away (pass away)
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Will be lost (lost)
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What is it not?
|
I will not come back anymore
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Will pass away (pass away)
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Will be lost (lost)
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What is it not?
|
I will not come back anymore
|
Will pass away (pass away)
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Will be lost (lost)
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What is it not?
|
I will not come back anymore
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Will pass away (pass away)
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Will be lost (lost)
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(Saxophone)
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It flows like this
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A billion years
|
And here nothing changes
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Even if you want to
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Stop her
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And so it will go back to the stream again
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But a drop cannot be stuck in two places
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And since they all want to live here forever
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It knows well that it has to wash off
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A tear is running down my cheek
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They moan like that
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My youth has come back
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I will not come back anymore
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Because the waters run out
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They moan like that
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My youth has come back
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I will not come back anymore
|
Because the waters run out
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They moan like that
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My youth has come back
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I will not come back anymore
|
Because the waters run out
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The end |