Look through my eyes
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behind my disguise
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and you'll find a place with no grace
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all there is left in this colorless room
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is the echo of sadness and blue
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hidden in a corner behind all the tears
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is a green spot with no fear
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it's a garden, a kind of Eden
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where I have spent most of my life
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dreaming
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you'll find me here among colorful trees
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picking the flowers of my destiny
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My futures are here but my past will remain
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so I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
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I'm nursing the truth of the season pollution
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protecting my own illusion
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but it's so hard to take care
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of something that ain't really there, really there
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you'll find me here among colorful trees
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picking the flowers of my destiny
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My futures are here but my past will remain
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so I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
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you'll find me here among colorful trees
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picking the flowers of my destiny
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My futures are here but my past will remain
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so I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
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it's just my way to get by
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it's just my way to goodbye
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you'll find me here among colorful trees
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picking the flowers of my destiny
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My futures are here but my past will remain
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so I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
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you'll find me here among colorful trees
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picking the flowers of my destiny
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My futures are here but my past will remain
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so I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
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for me it is just a kind of Eden
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A Kind Of Eden
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| Saybia |
