Discussion With The Inner Child

My dreamplace
Looks nothing like yours
I can't see
Swans, rainbows all around
But vivid cities
With mended hearts

It's time to shake the burden of
Yearning, doubt

My throat is dry
I've drunk too much
My brain is tight
I've read too much
I know too much
I've heard too much
I've tasted too much

Way too much

Still I have hopes
I sit in the light
On the pure ray of the sun
In the light, in the light
On the pure ray of the sun

It can be done
It can be done
It can be done, done, done, done

Still I have hopes
I sit in the light
On the pure ray of the sun
In the light, in the light
On the pure ray of the sun

It can be done
It can be done
It can be done, done, done, done



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Writer(s): Benedek Richárd, Nora Unnep, ünnep Nóra
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