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Dearest forgetful, |
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Here are my guilty hands, |
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And you take them across your eyes, |
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They help you remember |
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This is not a dream, |
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Could it get any better? |
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We'll wait out the winter nights, |
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And laugh along with the better weather. |
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And we'll forever be in disguise |
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We're pushing back in the shadows |
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To help us realize |
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And we'll forever be in disguise |
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We're pushing back in the shadows |
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To help us realize |
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My science is the answer |
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You both can play a part in my game. |
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On chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos rain |
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On chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos rain |
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I've been making meadows |
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I've been making meadows |
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In the sky |
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In the sky |
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With the seeds, |
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From your eyes |
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From your eyes |
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Dearest forgetful, |
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Here are my guilty hands, |
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Take them across your eyes, |
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So you can remember |
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This is not a dream, |
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Could it get any better? |
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We'll wait out the winter nights, |
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And laugh along with the better weather. |
