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Weights, the growing stem of time
Waits, poison us outside
You're seconds within mine
Don't memorise the leaves
That cover to deceive
To make you forget me
I'll kill that weed somehow
Inside I speak for now
Before the centre's down
Aaaah ahh
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Aaaah
Now, the dead who walk in dreams
Point south to where you sleep
Waste time no more
So if it's in our mind
I speak across the night
We'll find your dream tonight
Aaaah ahh
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Aaaah
Aaaah ahh
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Aaaah ahh
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Aaaah
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Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Seasons mean nothing
You went away and I'm falling
Even clouds have tried their best to move and give my tears a rest
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Seasons mean nothing
You went away and I'm falling
Even when the cold disarms it still feels like there's something wrong
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Seasons mean nothing
You went away and I'm falling
Even when the leaves turn brown in sympathy about the ground
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
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Sunlight creeps across your pillow
Silver leaf falls from the willow
You are so young
A flame left from the sun
Let the quiet light see the room
Shadows ?? afternoon
You are so young
A flame left from the sun
Sunlight creeps across your pillow
Silver leaf falls from the willow
You are so young
A flame left from the sun
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A flame left from the sun
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Listen - word one
To - word two
Let be - be three
And forward inside
See your bed
Lie still and narrow
Everything ahead
Can not be seen
Rain and wrong can
Read your thoughts
They'll let them know
Where youth and laughter go
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Clear sky will come
It's the dark undone
Or your wishes
Walk Towards you
Towards you
Clouds will move on
May your grey turn blue
Your intetions
Walk Towards you
Towards you
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Little yellow lemon tree
Cast that yellow to the breeze
Serpentine flutterings
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, ...
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