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Hyacinth garden She has nothing left to give you.
No nothing left to say or do.
Unless you know how bring her along inside your soul.
Maybe it is time to hit the road, maybe it is time to roll.
Hope is the name of the road you ride it’s a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery.
I let her decide.
How many times a can a heart be broken?
How many illusions will people see?
Is the show worth the price of admission?
Are all the feelings worth the pain felt by this magician?
How many rivers will flow from my eyes?
She has nothing left to give you.
No nothing left to say or do.
Unless you know how bring her along inside your soul.
Maybe it is time to hit the road, maybe it is time to roll.
Hope is the name of the road you ride it’s a short one, less adventure, less discovery.
I let you decide.
I still smell her sensual perfume.
How does she disappear again?
For what reason do I awaken?
All of time and space are cruel partitions.
To be so many mornings when, why it takes so long to heal?
She has nothing left to give you.
No nothing left to say or do.
Why it takes so long to heal?
Why is it so hard to feel?
Hope is the name of the road I ride.
That is what I will always decide.
She has nothing left.
No nothing left.
It takes so long to heal.
It is so hard to feel.
Hope is the name of the road I ride.
That is what I had to decide.
I had to decide.
I had to decide.
I had to try.
