| Again you see the children dancing in the yard
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| Under your window playing their games
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| And again you stay at your place, standing at your place
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| You fly beneath the years
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| Those memories overwhelm you day by day
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| The swansong looks for a singer again, looks for a singer again
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| Those moments from birth till eternity, are reflected to your eyelids
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| They may make others believe in god, other’s in satan, or anyhting else between
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| But not in this world we live in
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| You once found it
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| That love worth half of a century
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| It was easy for you to be happy, for you to be happy
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| What do you do now with your senses?
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| When the birds have flown out of their nests
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| Only yellow photoes remain, that you watch again, and again
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| You may not need my pity, it may not make the pain go away
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| That pain writes this song, that pain catches anyone
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| That pain embraces
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| I see your mask of pain, you let it breathe for 5 years
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| The swansong makes you weep then, made you cry
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| You would like to be like it was that day, when you were dressed in a white gown
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| It has been left under the feet of time just like you
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| (solo)
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| I would like to try and be left on top of the water
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| When the river floods over it’s boundaries, over it’s boundaries
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| Those women in th supermarkets with their trolleys and the men in their regular
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| bars
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| Probably dream of the fountains of youth, I guess it eases the pain,
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| but whatever
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| Again a moment closer to death, the pain never subsides
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| That pain makes this song, catches me
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| Catches anyone, that pain catches anyone |