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There's a hint of grey that stays |
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Behind our eyes |
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There's a certain hope that fades |
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In winter light |
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Our dreams they lie like autumn |
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And we don't mind |
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Our tears they kiss the water |
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Yet we will find that |
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And someday, we will leave here |
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And someday we might fly |
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If you put your head to the window |
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Press your ear to the grey sky outside |
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Rain that's tapping the window |
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Will dry someday |
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There's so many words we find |
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Are in the way |
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You could put your hand in mine |
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We'll run away |
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Our thoughts they dance like shadows in firelight |
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Regrets they shine like candles |
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Burning through the night |
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But someday and someday |
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But someday, we will leave here |
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And someday we might fly |
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If you put your head to the window |
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Press your ear to the grey sky outside |
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Rain that's tapping the window |
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Will dry someday |
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But someday, we will leave here |
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And someday we might fly |
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If you put your head to the window |
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Press your ear to the grey sky outside |
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Rain that's tapping the window |
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Will dry someday, someday |
