These our humble days
We had a high ideal
But the fumbling strings
Once, I thought the world was blue
Now it's raining colors
A paralyzing youth
There's a crowning glory
Running through our lives
Make this day victorious
Spark divine
Come to a place I know where the air is clean
And we're both alone
Maybe, we could capture there
Some love all we lost
In that never world
There's a crowning glory
Running through our lives
Make this day victorious
Spark divine
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