we could give up, or we could give in
i won't stop, i'll keep movin
what you think hurts, you move though it
these winters give us thick skin
i'd fly to your side in a week
until then i sleep to dream
we can meet in between,
you be orange and i'll be green
you can tell me anything
you can tell me anything
how can a man just sit around?
i run all over this town
i ask questions though lightning eyes
sticks on gates make hollow sound
spring trees make floral canopies
rather make lovers than enemies
not wandering around to be lost
april has been good to me
i'd fly to your side in a week,
we can meet instead in dreams
i will tell you everything,
i will tell you anything...
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