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Can't see the wood for all of the trees |
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Can't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers |
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Voice in your head... you like what it said |
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So what can you do but listen to it? |
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What kind of fool |
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Lays all that's precious to waste? |
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What kind of fool |
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Leaves all their treasure to rust in the rain? |
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They'll need it again when the sky clears |
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What kind of fool |
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Won't discover the jewel |
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'Til the dust clears ? |
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Fools like us... |
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Fools who want more than they've treasured before |
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Wanting the dawn of the brightest morning |
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Reach for the stars 'cause they're sweeter by far |
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Than the moon 'though she's brighter |
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And closer to you... |
