| Stay here, stay in the moment
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| Where the blooming of spring never ends
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| Let’s go down by the willow tree
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| Roll with the hills 'till we make our ascent
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| All I imagined is all that I see
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| Gardens of flowers and warm summer breeze
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| There’s a place where no trouble is seen
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| Everything’s perfect, but it’s all just a dream
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| That I have when I sleep through a winter that never ends
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| Open, open your eyes to
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| A world of all that can sadden your heart
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| Color absent from all I see
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| Skies are grey and the streetlights are dark
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| Lost in a sea of sad faces and hearts who claim
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| «Eye for eye, tooth for tooth»
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| With words far beyond reproof, still I remain unconvinced
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| All these years, we’ve hoped and we’ve dreamed
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| For a final escape, but to no avail
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| All I hear, the infinite buzzing of vanity’s lips
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| Forming words for the eager of ear
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| There’s a man reciting the words of his God
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| In a room full of pliable hearts
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| And each word, teeming with fire
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| Consumes any reason that’s lingering near
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| Every word will precede a great cheer
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| To affirm that the problem could never lie here
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| And on goes the shifting of blame
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| All these years, we’ve hoped and we’ve dreamed
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| For a final escape, to no avail
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| All I hear — the infinite buzzing of vanity’s lips
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| Forming words for the eager in ear
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| What I wouldn’t give to go back to that place
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| Just to feel the warmth of the sun shining down on my face
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| The smell of young roses in bloom
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| I’d gladly spend the rest of my days in that afternoon
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| I can’t bear to look at another sad face
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| In this town riddled with fear
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| Close your eyes, we’ll make our escape
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| Shake the dust off your feet, dry the last of your bitter tears |