When I was just a boy still owl-eyed
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I liked to drink the rain to taste the sky
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I tried to count the stars while in my bed
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To keep the thoughts of monsters from my head
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And I believed the stars were wishes
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I believed the world was good
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I believed things hid in the dark
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And that all would turn out just how it should
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I believed in all your stories
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I believed you'd never lie
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I believed if I could climb the trees behind the house,
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I'd touch the sky
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I believed the skies were doorways home
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Dorrways
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| Radical Face |
