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Seasons
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Summer nights and long warm days
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Are stolen as the old moon falls
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My mirror shows another face
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Another place to hide it all
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Another place to hide it all
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And I'm lost, behind
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The words I'll never find
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And I'm left behind
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As seasons roll on by
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Sleeping with a full moon blanket
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Sand and feathers for my head
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Dreams have never been the answer
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And dreams have never made my bed
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Dreams have never made my bed
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And I'm lost, behind
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The words I'll never find
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And I'm left behind
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As seasons roll on by
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Now I wanna fly above the storm
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But you can't grow feathers in the rain
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And the naked floor is cold as hell
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This naked floor reminds me
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Oh the naked floor reminds me
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And I'm lost, behind
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Words I'll never find
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And I'm left behind
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As seasons roll on by
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If I should be short on words
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And long on things to say
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Could you crawl into my world
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And take me worlds away
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Should I be beside myself
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And not even stay
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And I'm lost, behind
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Words I'll never find
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And I'm left behind
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As seasons roll on by
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Seasons
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| Chris Cornell |
