There's a hint of grey that stays
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Behind our eyes
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There's a certain hope that fades
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In winter light
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Our dreams they lie like autumn
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And we don't mind
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Our tears they kiss the water
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Yet we will find that
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And someday, we will leave here
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And someday we might fly
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If you put your head to the window
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Press your ear to the grey sky outside
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Rain that's tapping the window
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Will dry someday
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There's so many words we find
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Are in the way
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You could put your hand in mine
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We'll run away
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Our thoughts they dance like shadows in firelight
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Regrets they shine like candles
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Burning through the night
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But someday and someday
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But someday, we will leave here
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And someday we might fly
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If you put your head to the window
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Press your ear to the grey sky outside
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Rain that's tapping the window
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Will dry someday
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But someday, we will leave here
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And someday we might fly
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If you put your head to the window
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Press your ear to the grey sky outside
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Rain that's tapping the window
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Will dry someday, someday
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Someday
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| The Echoing Green |
