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Who's to say what shape we're made for
And who's to say what dreams are made of
I'm just looking for what was said and
Who will be changed
And God, where do these things seem to come true
Would you rather us pay all of your dues
The meadow speaks to me before
You said anyway
And the flowers that bloom in Spring
Over there
Did I hear someone say a silent prayer
And every summer that was stolen from us
Get it back, get it back
In this I trust
And then the rain fell on a small town, almost half past ten
In the church up by a window with the petals on my head
Wanted more from life without an end, a constant thread
It is my burden to think about nothing except how it all ends
And then the rain fell on a small town, almost half past ten
In the church up by a window with the petals on my head
Wanted more from life without an end, a constant thread
It is my burden to think about nothing except how it all ends
Who's to say what shape we're made for
And who's to say what dreams are made of
I'm just looking for what was said and
Who will be changed
And God, where do these things seem to come true
Would you rather us pay all of your dues
The meadow speaks to me before
You said anyway
Who's to say what shape we're made for
And who's to say what dreams are made of
I'm just looking for what was said and
Who will be changed
And God, where do these things seem to come true
Would you rather us pay all of your dues
And who's to say what dreams are made of
I'm just looking for what was said and
Who will be changed
And God, where do these things seem to come true
Would you rather us pay all of your dues
The meadow speaks to me before
You said anyway
And the flowers that bloom in Spring
Over there
Did I hear someone say a silent prayer
And every summer that was stolen from us
Get it back, get it back
In this I trust
And then the rain fell on a small town, almost half past ten
In the church up by a window with the petals on my head
Wanted more from life without an end, a constant thread
It is my burden to think about nothing except how it all ends
And then the rain fell on a small town, almost half past ten
In the church up by a window with the petals on my head
Wanted more from life without an end, a constant thread
It is my burden to think about nothing except how it all ends
Who's to say what shape we're made for
And who's to say what dreams are made of
I'm just looking for what was said and
Who will be changed
And God, where do these things seem to come true
Would you rather us pay all of your dues
The meadow speaks to me before
You said anyway
Who's to say what shape we're made for
And who's to say what dreams are made of
I'm just looking for what was said and
Who will be changed
And God, where do these things seem to come true
Would you rather us pay all of your dues
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Writer(s): Xavier Hoffman
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