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Here we go down that same old road again - Sympathy unfolds the shell
that holds all the beauty within -
A memory, a regret, a hope
Here we go down that same old road again - Empathy controls the wind
that blows and tickles our skin - A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant
Recent it seems - Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on
All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood
In a modest town where honest people dwell
Making the cleanest energy for the greenest plants to grow
In the richest soil that is drenched with the freshest rain
Then you should sit in your backyard
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops
Cuz they unveil honest opinions about the stars
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