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Where we're going I don't know |
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I've seen that rainbow before |
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And I've seen that pot of gold shine |
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Where we're headed I don't care |
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I don't care also that's not fair |
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I guess dreaming has a dusty line |
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And it seems the sweetest things are hidden in the fire |
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Just like snow settles on barbed wire |
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And we find our troubles no matter where we are |
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Just like snow settles on barbed wire |
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I can see it in my mind |
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It's snowing hard not far behind |
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Where we were and where we'll be in time |
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Let's go nowhere that sounds fine |
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As I've got nowhere on my mind |
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Doing anything at all would be a crime |
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And it seems the sweetest things are hidden in the fire |
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Just like snow settles on barbed wire |
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And we find our troubles no matter where we are |
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Just like snow settles on barbed wire |
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And it seems the sweetest things are hidden in the fire |
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Just like snow settles on barbed wire |
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And we find our troubles no matter where we are |
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Just like snow settles on barbed wire |
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Just like snow |
