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People Are So Unpredictable (There's No Bliss Like Home) |
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Dream Of A Young Girl As A Flower |
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There's a little part of you
Faraway from cars
Faraway from cash
That's faraway from war
Faraway from tears
And faraway from the past
Faraway from here
Faraway from here
Faraway from shore
Faraway from war
And faraway from tears
Faraway from cash
Faraway from cars
Faraway from fear
And faraway from the past
So faraway from here
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The sound of the falling snow
A squirrel and I are both
At a loss...
For words
Staring until we suddenly burst
And somewhere a still pond stirs
The sign of a brand new world
Being born
Head first
Splashing until it suddenly bursts
To life
Like rain
We watch as our faces change
Crumbling into something more
Beautiful
But strange
It's all about holding on and then letting go
It's all about holding on on on on on on on
And then letting go
It's all about holding on and then letting go...
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