She collects little worlds in the plam of her hand
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What she sees on the outside she don't understand
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All the pain and the anger are breaking her heart
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The radiance and innocence always sets her apart
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It's just how we are made
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We see things the same, but just a different shade
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Don't you change a thing, little girl, in your snow globe world
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Now it's snowing in summer with no end in sight
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Mother Nature is trying, but she's losing her fight
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Oceans rising around us and we're losing the trees
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It's time for us to take account before everything leaves
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It's just how we are made
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We see things the same, but just a different shade
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Don't you change a thing, little girl, in your snow globe world
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Snow globe world, snow globe world
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So shake it up, shake it around
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Wake it up, make it go round and round
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And round, it's your playground
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We collect all the world with the palms of our hands
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Looking in from the outside, I don't understand
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If we all are the same, how we got to this place
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Because we are all just humans running in the human race
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It's just how we are made
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We see things the same, but just a different shade
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Don't you change a thing, my little girl, in your snow globe world
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Snow globe world, snow globe world
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Lessons in Love, Hope, and Faith: Part 2. Snow Globe World
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| Sister Hazel |
