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Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past |
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Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that i'm trapped |
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Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south |
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Thinking that it's better there |
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The warmer climes that we seek out |
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Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere |
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And how much misery can one soul take? |
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Trying to fly away might have been your fist mistake |
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Poor bird flies up int he air |
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Never getting anywhere |
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Picking petals off a flower, loves me, loves me not |
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Is love another way to count the things you haven't got? |
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We wish the best to all our friends, young and old alike |
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When the dust has settled in the sky, you can have anything you like |