I have to make a map
Of these lovelands we are in
So we can find our way back home
Because there's just too much to see
So let's run into the hills
And just deny that we are lost
Withered trees
Pink disease
I lost the keys to your heart
Soon, all the leaves turn red
All the roses disappear
Darkness will take the day away
You can't blow the wind away
Words of sorrow drop like rain
We must hold on 'till spring again
Withered trees
Pink disease
I lost the keys to your heart
I am on my knees
And my heart it bleeds
Because I lost the keys to your heart

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