(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison)
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Spent my life looking for
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Happiness like it was buried treasure
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Somewhere behind the secret door
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Surely there were riches beyond measure
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I would take my sanity to task
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Walk across broken glass to find it
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And no mountain top was left unclimbed
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Before I ever took the time to take a look inside me
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These dreams of mine these precious years
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears
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Oh sure, there was love
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And of course I thought it'd be my salvation
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And in a way, I guess he was
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There's always room for higher education
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Yes, I have said and heard the word goodbye
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Felt the blade and turned the knife sideways
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I'd crossed bridges while they'd burn
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To keep from losing what I've learned along the way
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These dreams of mine these precious years
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears
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These dreams of mine these precious years
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears
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The slow grace of time, the joy and the fears
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Oh how they shine like diamonds and tears
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Diamonds and Tears
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| Matraca Berg |
