| It’s just beyond those trees…
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| The place I’ve been dreaming of.
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| Will you follow me?
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| Trust me, I know where I’m going.
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| It’s somewhere here within the leaves…
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| There must be some mistake…
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| Trust me, I know where I’m going
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| We’ll cut a path out for us
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| Through the green seas,
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| We’ll make hallways of leaves.
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| I know it seems it was just some crazy dream
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| And I know my eyes were closed
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| But this dream feels more real to me
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| Than life itself.
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| My ear is pressed upon this wall.
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| For behind it is that place.
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| The door is locked…
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| I’ll do whatever it takes
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| (you have to) Trust me, I know where I’m going.
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| Will you follow me?
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| Will you follow me, still?
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| In the moments that I feel
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| We’re closer than ever before
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| The world drops out from under our feet.
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| But I believe the darkest of fights
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| Prove we’re almost there.
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| There is always something there
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| to take our hearts like thieves
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| There is always something there
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| to take our hearts (But nothing matters.)
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| There is always something there to take
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| When we arrive
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| We will hear
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| Voices sing.
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| Nothing matters.
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing matters anymore, anymore, anymore.
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| It’s beginning to get dark.
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| But don’t worry,
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| I know where we are,
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| I know where we are.
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| Will you follow me, still? |