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In changes on a ragged day weeping Nowhere left to go but in her dreaming she may be found And she hears singing But she listens for a different kind of sound
Straining eyes to see the game Of painted hearts and plastic shame, she cries Feeling quite the same she doesn’t know she’s already found the new beginning So she listens for a different kind of sound
Girl you’ve already found the true beginning You needn’t listen for a different kind of sound You’ll be more than happy with the one you found
Ah, keep the memories in your mind Of the feelings you would find As a child in spring touching everything You’ve known love you'll never need anything more
Please my lady keep your head The people there are mostly dead or dying
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