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I want my tears back

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of Heaven, wind in the wheat

A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly’s wings

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door
Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see the lost in me

I want my tears back
I want my tears back now

A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A ragdoll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door
Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see the lost in me

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see the lost in me

I want my tears back
I want my tears back now

[Instrumental]

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see the lost in me

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see the lost in me

I want my tears back
I want my tears back now

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