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Spent my life looking for |
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Happiness like it was buried treasure |
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Somewhere behind the secret door |
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Surely there were riches beyond measure |
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I would take my sanity to task |
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Walk across broken glass to find it |
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And no mountain top was left unclimbed |
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Before I ever took the time to take a look inside me |
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These dreams of mine these precious years |
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears |
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Oh sure, there was love |
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And of course I thought it'd be my salvation |
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And in a way, I guess he was |
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There's always room for higher education |
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Yes, I have said and heard the word goodbye |
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Felt the blade and turned the knife sideways |
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I'd crossed bridges while they'd burn |
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To keep from losing what I've learned along the way |
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These dreams of mine these precious years |
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears |
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These dreams of mine these precious years |
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears |
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The slow grace of time, the joy and the fears |
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears |
