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The Light Was Leaving In The West It Was Blue The Children's Laughter Sang And Skipping Just Like The Stones They Threw The Voices Echoed Across The Way Its Getting Late It Was Just Another Night With The Sun Set And The Moon Rise Not So Far Behind To Give Us Just Enough Light To Lay Down Underneath The Stars Listen To Papas Translations Of The Stories Across The Sky We Drew Our Own Constellations

Dreams Are Like Commercials, But Her Dreams Are Picture Perfect.

Love's Just A Waste Of Energy And Life's Just A Waste Of Time So Why Don't We Get Together We Could Waste Everything Tonight

Our Dreams Are Made Of Real Things, Like A Shoebox Full Of Photographs.

A Lot Of People Spend Their Time Just Floating/ We Were Victims Together But Lonely.