Springtime of new years, the young thoughts see more dreams
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while you live on the wind, how lovely it all seems
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With moments yet unshared, and wishes incomplete
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The stars above your head, the world beneath your feet
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Suddenly your nights, begin to seem so long
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There's no one there to touch, when things start going wrong
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You finally realise, you've never loved at all
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and everywhere you look, you see the white wall
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Your father's been too far, your mother's been too near
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And now you're on your own, withdrawing in your fear
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Through long and sleepless nights, the foxes are running free
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You long to be with them, when the scare meets the sea
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You climb and then you fall, and then you try again
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You curse yourself aloud, for living so weird
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and took it to the ground, your eyes are filled with tears
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Imprisoned there you lay, in the autumn of your years
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White Wall
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| Bob Seger System |
