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I wish I could believe in something bigger |
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More than these trees |
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These winds, these oceans |
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I wish I could believe what they tell me |
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I saw, I saw, I saw my brother pack his bags and leave |
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We made our goodbyes |
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And now he is settled down in the city |
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Where he doesn't have to be himself |
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He used to play an un-tuned guitar |
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While he sang about me and he sung about the stars |
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I used to dream about another time |
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And now it's all clear |
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That's the only time I wish would come back |
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I wish I could hold on a little longer |
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Still my worried stomach |
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And calm my hunger |
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I wish I could believe what they taught me |
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I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw an old photograph |
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And the picture that appeared |
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Well, it took me back to the times |
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When she was around |
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She used to play that old mandolin |
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And the moon and the sea invited her in |
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I wish that I had told her by then |
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But she knew deep down |
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That she only wished that time would come back |
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A new day awaits me |
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I could be gone today |
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A new day awaits me |
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We could be here to stay |
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We used to wait for our heavy storms |
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To take us away while something new would form |
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I wish that I could have known by then |
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Well, we all know now |
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That we're never getting back to those time |
