won't be long before i'm old and i'd like
to
pale and clear the light of dawn
evening's laughter long
come so far that i can barely see
how i
when everyone agrees with you
you know you're wrong
when
everything i say
feels like a foreign language
even my
so lay down your weary head
try and sleep now
sorry I didn't like your point of view
didn't mean to
at last the songs begin
the wait will soon be
how can i speak?
you've taken all the words
nothing
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