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Could this be Earth? Could this be light? Does this mean everythings going to be alright? One look out my window there's trees talking like people I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound I dreamt of gravity, keeping us around I slept in the darkness it was lonely And it was silent And what is this love? I dont feel the same, I don't believe what this is could be given a name I woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead But Ill forget 23, like Ill forget 17 And Ill forget my first love like youll forget a daydream And what of all my wild friends and the times Ive had with them? Well all fade to grey soon on the TV station