things seem so different
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though not much has changed at all
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self deconstruction and now i find
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that i am tearing down my walls
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always so cynical, careful
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cautious, and distrustful
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but now i see the world through rose colored glasses
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and everything is beautiful
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my head is spinning in the clouds
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and i'm walking on air
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if i couldn't change a single thing
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i wouldn't really care
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do dreams ever come true
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or is this just another point of view?
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it's beautiful and new
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it seems too good to be true
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i'm afraid that things will change
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and then these feelings will slip away
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then my rose colored world
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would turn to many shades of gray
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and i'd wonder if i'd ever feel
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the same again one day
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if i do, will it be too good to be true?
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Too Good To Be True
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