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Walking through timetwisted branches
exploring the hearts of the woods
crushing the leaves that have flown from the trees
recalling each place I've stood.
Flying the nest I created
searhing for something that's more
not knowing why I've this need for the sky
maybe I'm opening doors
Chorus:
Why do we change
day by day, year by year.
Life can be strange.
The past has gone, now is here.
Wading through tides of emotion
dealing with what's in my mind
swimming the sea wishing over me
eager to know what I'll find.
Flying the nest I created
searching for something that's more
not knowing why I've this need for the sky
maybe I'm opening doors
Chorus.
Looking ahead who knows where I will be
leave it all up to fate.
Using my view so optimistically
and I can hardly, and I don't want to,
and I will never wait.
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