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I used to think of fairytales, stories of bright yesterdays
Of castles high up in the mountains, secrets in the hidden caves

But aren't we all just bunch of school kids tryin'a get us through the day
No matter what state we're in the story happens all the same

In the evening when the stores are closed
I am walking home and I think of ghosts

When I'll find, Peace of mind
I could live a life of a different kind

I'll know what I felt I could get some help
But at this point I'm only trying to find my self

So this is how the story goes I am here your there we're both alone
Looking at the same old stones, tryin'a find some new hope

Like a fools we all make rules
With broken hearts running after all that fake jewels

In the evening when the stores are closed
I am walking home and I think of ghosts

When I'll find, Peace of mind
I could live a life of a different kind

I'll know what I felt I could get some help
But at this point I'm only trying to find my self

When I'm looking in the mirror
The view doesn't seem to be clearer
But I know
I'll find my way home

When I'll find, Peace of mind
I could live a life of a different kind

I'll know what I felt I could get some help
But аt this point I'm only trying to find my ѕelf

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