Voices heard in fields of green
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Their joy their calm and luxury
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Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
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I'm cutting branches from the trees
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Shaped by years of memories
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To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
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The sound of waves in a pool of water
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I'm drowning in my nostalgia
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Nostalgia
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| David Sylvian |
