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An open door
For the first of the four to visit you
A simple time
For an act of the mind feels easy too
They had their fun
When they made me run and hide from you
They'll know who's won
Once they figure out who I ran into
Even all the perceiving of dreams
That started in you
Leave in what you're not meaning to say
When the day is through
Summer won't be a bummer
If we can start anew
Aging, all but the sage
With the page of faded hue
An open door
For the first of the four to visit you
A simple time
For an act of the mind feels easy true
Even all the perceiving of dreams
That started in you
Leave in what you're not meaning to say
If it's nothing new
Even all the perceiving of dreams
That started in you
Leave in what you're not meaning to say
If it's nothing new
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| © 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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