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Sep 2014
You
Well I have hope in a road
And I stared often out these doors
Walked through those thirsting there
So you threw sand to me

In talks often he is here,
He turns your earth into gold
And though you start to break through
How long standing forgotten?

Cause you dance, you yearn
You yearn to grow
You, you
You

You shout to know
You shout through
Turn to old
You
Something Simple
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