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Now if I were to catch this moment |
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I'd be storing myself in a jar |
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That I saw long ago on your windowsill |
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It reflected the moon and the stars |
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And inside that small world I was safe there |
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Keeping small in the dark where it's warm |
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Where the air, it stays still like your heartbeat |
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Where it's too close and warm to care |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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In the dark place I can't find the windows |
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And I can't find the gaps in the walls |
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And I can't seem to find the reflection |
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And I can't break the ache there to burn |
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But the strength that I feel on the inside |
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Comes in hand with the weakness I know |
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And the loss that was felt in the first place |
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Is the reason to stand on my own |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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To learn, to learn, to learn, to learn |
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Cannot speak in riddles, though I try hard to say |
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Comes out that way, that way |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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Is this a lesson to learn? |
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To learn, to learn, to learn, to learn |
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To learn, to learn, to learn, to learn |