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Show me parks
Give me that feeling
Make it easy
Take me there
Gray and windy mixtures perfect
Makes me run and never care
When I go back
It might just be different
Time is gone and has no meaning
Only comes at certain times
I am sitting, I am swinging
Gladly thankful for the sky
When I go back
It might just be different
