All the time i see there, birds will always be there, traped in silent melodies. And every fish needs water, to sing my favourite part of the song no one never hears.
 [bad word] 
All day long and night, to see you clear and bright. Paintings on the floor, who's that painting for?

The Playground of your song, depends on what you are. Like all those swings need thoughts, to find their way through walls. History will speek, of places you have seen. And friends will leave you more.

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This song remains through all.

All those clouds need wind, to let those rain drops in. Play in solo near the shore. And every wave needs walls, to make a sound at all. Broken study like before.
 [bad word] 
All day long and night (i have been there waiting), to see you clear and bright (shadows are creating). Paintings on the floor (whatch them countin' for), who's that painting for (for)?

The Playground of your song, depends on what you are. Like all those swings need thoughts, to find their way through walls. Your History will speek, of places you have seen. And friends will leave you more.

(2x)
This song remains through all.