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If your flame doesn't light but you're holding a warm red globe
If you're thinking greens and dreams in linings of Gold
Don't pay 55 for a nickel back; you're not even stoned
I believe they say, if everything were everyday
It wouldn't make it go away
People they just wanna talk about it
Dry their eyes, and go to bed
So as your clock tick ticks the minutes away
Your cup collects drops to be full
And it's only gonna come right on time
When you know you'll be strong enough
To make it on your own
And as your world turns 180 degrees
Take it all, and make it, oh oh oh
I'm thinkin' of you, so on your way know
That there remain arms that will love you
Every time you wake, know there remains
A soul who still dreams you
On the other side of a memory so you know it's alright
Because I come in from the sound and light
Because I come in from the sound and light
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