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The innocence of sleeping children |
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Dressed in white |
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And slowly dreaming |
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Stops all time |
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I slow my steps and start to blur |
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So many years |
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Have filled my heart |
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I never thought I'd say those words |
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The further we go |
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And older we grow |
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The more we know |
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The less we show |
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The further we go |
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And older we grow |
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The more we know |
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The less we show ourselves |
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The very first time |
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I saw your face |
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I thought of a song |
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And quickly changed the tune |
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The very first time |
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I touched your skin |
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I thought of a story |
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And rushed to reach the end too soon |
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Oh, remember |
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Oh, please don't change |
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And so the fall came |
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Thirteen years, a shiny ring |
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And how I could |
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Forget your name |
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The air no longer |
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In my throat, so another |
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Perfect lie is choked |
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But it always feels the same |
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So they close together |
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Dressed in red and yellow |
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Innocent forever, sleeping children |
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In their blue soft rooms still dream |
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The further we go |
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And older we grow |
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The more we know |
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The less we show |
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The further we go |
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And older we grow |
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The more we know |
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The less we show |
