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When she's sad the world is lonely
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Silver clouds are crying only
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for the pain she feels
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so deep inside
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The love she thought would save her
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has somehow now enslaved her
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To a dream she though she wanted
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to come true
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Spread your wings you can fly
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But the dove is never free
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In painted skies that shade the color
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of your dream
|
Only nightmares are real
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Confusion conceals the only reason
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for the feelings you can't hide
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When she smiles the world it shimes
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But the silver clouds are only there
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to hide the distant storm
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that's coming soon
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The love she let surround her
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has become the waves that drown her
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in the sea of everchaning
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warmth and cold
|
Spread your wings you can fly
|
But the dove is never free
|
In painted skies that shade the color
|
of your dream
|
Only nightmares are real
|
Confusion conceals the only reason
|
for the feelings you can't hide
|
You can fly
|
Spread your wings you can fly
|
But the dove is never free
|
In painted skies that shade the color
|
of your dream
|
Only nightmares are real
|
Confusion conceals the only reason
|
for the feelings you can't hide
|
When the nightmares ensue
|
All that you can do is paint your sky
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another brighter shade of blue
|
Spread your wings you can glide
|
above the violent storms
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that plague your life
|
You paint the picture blue or grey
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Fly away
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Painted Skies
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| Crimson Glory |
