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This today is such and endless doorway to other days |
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On a broken chain, time is longer to the waiting |
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In the end it means nothing to you at all |
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Yet back home my only true love was waiting |
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My true love |
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When they found us on the water |
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They didn't see our faces |
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Or hear the voices in the warmth |
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But we can't get outside |
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So we try a little harder |
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Of mirage on the sea |
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Our desire was too much |
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So we are still here |
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If the bird likes its cage so very much |
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And the bluebird wears the sky on his back |
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Then why is the cage so tightly shut? |
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Your kingdom means so little to us |
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As we climb into our beds again |
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Now these moments melt into our heads |
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You can say anything |
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You see |
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It sparkles when you speak to me |
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When they found us on the water |
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They didn't see our faces |
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I hear the voices in the warmth |
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But we can't get outside |
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So we try a little harder |
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Of mirage on the sea |
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Our desire was too much |
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So we are still here |
