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When the time comes, move with the season |
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Lend your young ears to the sound of day |
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When the time comes, groove with the feeling |
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Lend your young ears to the sound of day |
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When the time comes, move with the seasons |
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Lend your young ears to the sound of day |
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When the time comes, groove with the feeling |
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Lend your ears to the sound of day |
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In our place where the times |
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Stretch the sunlight on our minds |
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Bringing life to the size |
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Wait in autumn skies of light |
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Take the handle, make it out now, never |
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Take the crystal quill from me now, all we see |
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The ink upon the glass |
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The season through the night now paper white |
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Make your plans upon a crimson moonrise |
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Take your crystal from the ground, now, all we see |
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The see-through-colored words |
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The season through the night now paper white |
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When the time comes, move with the seasons |
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Lend your young ears to the sound of day |
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When the time comes, move with the feeling |
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Lend your ears to the sound of day |
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Take the handle, make it out now, never |
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Take the crystal quill from me now, all we see |
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The ink upon the glass |
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The season through the night now paper white |
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Make your plans upon a crimson moonrise |
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Take your crystal from the ground, now, all we see |
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The see-through-colored words |
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The season through the night now paper white |
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Take the handle, move it forth |
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Save the memory of the star |
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Now your life has changed |
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And older is now younger |
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Had he known that you were fonder |
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Of the things you had from birth |
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Take the handle, move it forth |
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Save the memory of the star |
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Now your life has changed |
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And older is now younger |
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Had he known that you were fonder |
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Of the things you had from birth |
