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You never told me 'bout the bell and ball |
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We built the tree-house and forgot what it was |
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It left me feeling numb |
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And all the stories that you painted for me |
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Blue crayon dreams that no one ever would see |
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They vanished in the wind |
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And you would put it away |
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The glass |
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Away |
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- To stay |
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Won't you strip // I can't // oh // breath your // to // day // stay |
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Reflections were untold |
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Of your lip // I can't // oh // breath // to // you // lay // say |
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Reflections were untold and to say |
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Reflections were untold |
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The magpie stole our gold |
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Won't you strip // I can't // oh // breath your // to // day // stay |
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Reflections were untold |
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Of your lip // I can't // oh // breath // to // you // lay // say |
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Reflections were untold and to say |
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Reflections were untold |
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Blue crayon dreams that no one ever would see |
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Death for us won't make me stay, death won't make me, to stay, it's you |
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And all the playmates you were keeping from me |
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Ripped out the pages in your third diary |
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A hidden dream won't fly |
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And you would put it away |
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The glass |
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Away |
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- To stay |
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Won't you strip // I can't // oh // breath your // to // day // stay |
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Reflections were untold |
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Of your lip // I can't // oh // breath // to // you // lay // say |
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Reflections were untold and to say |
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Reflections were untold |
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The magpie stole our gold |
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Won't you strip // I can't // oh // breath your // to // day // stay |
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Reflections were untold |
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Of your lip // I can't // oh // breath // to // you // lay // say |
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Reflections were untold and to say |
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Reflections were untold |
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Blue crayon dreams that no one ever would see |
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Death for us won't make me stay, death won't make me // to say // to stay // to lay // it's you |
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(Wrapped up for - to hold on...) |
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(Death for us won't make me stay, death won't make me...) |
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You teached me how to practice hide and seek |
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I told you secrets that we promised to keep |
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But it was not enough |
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The toy box then tried to reveal its truth |
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Did not hold anything but spottened youth |
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My hate - machine could cry |
