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I like to watch things... like to watch things grow, and to take things slow
I like to take them in with the starlight and the moon on a cold night
Oh, I'd like to see them stay
Like those days when we must walk this world alone
As the purple sky turns grey and the world grows cold
...and the world grows cold
I like to watch them... like to watch them go to where they are gone
I like to take them on, to take them all, and to make them small
Oh, I'd like to see them stay
Like those days when we must walk this world alone
As the purple sky turns grey and the world grows cold
...and the world grows cold
Like those days when we must walk this world alone
As the purple sky turns grey and the world grows cold
And the world grows like those days
When we must walk this world alone
As the purple sky turns grey and the world grows cold
And the world grows cold
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It's a new kind of thing and it comes with the morning
Some new kind of fuzz, oh, ou need some new kind of buzz
It's a new way to go, something cold something low
Some new kind of zoom, into an old kind of doom
It's the light of the morning still that thing that keeps you from breathing
You better run to where there's night to hide from where there's light
You better breathe while there's still time
It's a new kinda thing and it comes with the morning
Some new kind of fuzz — you need some new kind of buzz
It's the light of the morning still that thing that keeps you from breathing
You better run to where there's night to hide from where there's light
You better breathe while there's still time
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Maybe a star will fall tonight
And maybe just one of my eyes will capture the light
I feel at ease and all the stars would better be
Oh, count to ten, make it start, make it begin
It makes it through makes it in moves like a weed in the wind
Moves right in
Maybe a star will guide the ride
And maybe the light in my eye has blinded my sight
I feel at ease and all the stars would better be
Maybe they could fall asleep
Oh, count the ten, make it start, make it begin
It makes it through makes it in moves like a weed in the wind
Moves right in
I take it through, I take it in, make it start, make it begin
It makes a move makes it in moves like a weed in the wind
Moves right in
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A morning breeze through my window, some sun rays gone strange
There is one on my pillow waiting for someone to wake
Waiting for someone to break
Makes me feel just like a leaf, like a leaf in the breeze in the morning but still asleep
Slowly falling to the ground without a sound
Morning breaks in the shadows and mist from the near lying lake
Making shapes of the willows outside my window they wait
waiting for someone to take
Makes me feel just like a leaf, like a leaf in the breeze in the morning but still asleep
Slowly falling to the ground without a sound
I say please, please believe me if I would stay just for the day
I would always be around slowly falling to the ground without a sound
Slowly falling from these grounds without a sound
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Deep within our hearts within our minds within our souls within these times
We finally found the day to take us through the night
Well just as it seems morning will come here to stay
It turns into a dream and morning comes and takes it all away
We're children of the grey
We are the children of the grey we were meant to stray
Deep within the corner of our dreams within our life within between
We finally made it through we finally made it in
And now it seems morning has come here to stay
With no hope today for the children of the grey...
Children of grey
We are the children of grey we were meant to stray
Why can't you see, we are the ones not meant to be?
Can't you see, we are the ones not meant to be free...
Children of the grey
We are the children of the grey we were meant to stray
And to be be the ones in tune with the mushroom and the moon
Children of Grey
(There's no hope here today)
Children of Grey
(There's no hope here today)
Children of Grey
(There's no hope here today)
Children of Grey
(There's no hope here today)
Children of Grey
(There's no hope here today)
Children of Grey
(There's no hope here today)
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I think I got into the situation with the hope of salvation
Far from nothing at all I thought it was quite a chance
A special circumstance on my way to heal
See I feel and for the scenery I need I bleed
On my skin, the tears of the evening
The rain of the morning, burning
At the center of the situation a constant rotation
Endless alteration at the center of the situation
And there is no salvation the way I see it
And see I need it and for the scenery I bleed I feel it
On my skin, the tears of the evening
The rain of the morning, burning
I feel it on my skin,
Like tears of the evening morning is burning
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It seems like a world unreal when you're caught with a heart of stone
And you wonder just how it feels, how it feels not to feel alone
How it feels not to feel alone
You find the tempo too slow I know you want more
You find the tempo too slow I know you wanna go
You never wonder of what is real and you walk on the way you've come
And you feel just how it feels, how it feels not to feel alone
How it feels not to feel alone
You find the tempo too slow I know you want more
You find the tempo too slow I know you wanna go
Oh, when you're alone
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Light in your eyes, a shine
As you made it on your own
Throughout a world of stone
You made it on your own
Time it is only time, a line
You waited for a while
And now time has passed you by
You've lost the light within your eye
Time has passed you by
There are dark days ahead
You wish you were otherwheres instead
Waiting for the day you'll be dead
You will always be scared
Light, there is no more light
Now you made it on your own
Into a world of stone
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