| If everyone was looking with the past held like a gun
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| Waiting for the wind to blow
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| Drunk with expectations of the stars and setting sun
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| How much could they really know
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| Facing through the stares and finding you to figure it out
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| Resting with the ocean in a wildflower dream
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| The sand (seas) every feeling swell
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| In the night the waves a movie screen, the yellow moon, the guillotine
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| Falling for a tale to tell
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| Arrows of the after daring through dawn
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| Racing with a beating heart I can see you were
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| Dancing in the palm of my hand
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| The tide in the tear apart
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| Seasons I don’t understand
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| Following forever maybe I can follow you home
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| For every tree that bares regrets its colors fail for spring
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| A thousand bones of memory
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| When leaves grow green with youthful hope the birds of promise sing
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| Remember how you used to be
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| Bearing on the wind is raging on the souls of the lost
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| Redeeming grace of summer rain when glass grows tall and free
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| So don’t delay its fading fast
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| Blossoms blooming proudly full of fortune ---
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| Nothing here supposed to last
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| Lightening in the sky hold everything you love racing with a beating heart
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| I can see you were dancing in the palm of my hands
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| The tide in the tear apart I can see for long
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| The seasons I don’t understand
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| Follow you forever maybe I can follow you home
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| Home, home
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| Anchored in the moment daring through the dawn
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| Racing with a beating heart I can see you were dancing in the palm of my hands
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| The tide in the tear apart I can see for long
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| The seasons I don’t understand
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| Racing with a beating heart I can see you were
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| Dancing in the palm of my hand
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| The tide in the tear apart I can’t stay for long
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| Seasons I don’t understand |