[Jennings/Dorrian]
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Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows
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into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose.
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I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,
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to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown.
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[Chorus:]
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Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began.
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From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...
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I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door,
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the bitterness I found...sweetness I taste no more
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From the play ground to the slayground,
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the sombre middleground absords the emptiness.
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[Chorus 2:]
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Look back across the marble sea of discovery,
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a fountain of innocent flows in juvenescence.
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I'm resident in corridors of sentiment.
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I face the wall - discovery terminal,
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but there's no more false truths I wish to discover,
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and I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors.
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Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence,
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and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...
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Fountain Of Innocence
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