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Isn't it like isn't it like paradise?

My feet hit the ground

Followed by the golden morning light

In this valley I roam

I've lived and died so many times

Oh the rose colored glasses

Through peaks and the passes

That I could never retell if I tried

All the perfect people perfect places perfect times

Well it was time to get away from all the city lights

And the pressures from within

There I was finding my purpose on a mountainside

In the crisp Montana wind

Every night our faces were lit by campfires and

We laughed until the quiet came

In the moment none of us were gonna say it

But we wish it'd never have to change

Is always constant

Couldn't keep this if we tried

I saw that last sunrise and cried

(Can't believe it's really over)

Ghosted town and a hesitant drive

(Snow capped and cloudy amber)

'Cause it'll never be the same again

But there's a beauty to impermanence

A love-hate relationship with time

I could never stop september

All the perfect people perfect places perfect times

Hard to believe that I lived it through my own two eyes

Tears from the atop the tower and an existential crisis

I'll soak up every hour but it eventually runs dry

Cause how could I call another place home?

Home

I saw that last sunrise and cried

(Can't believe it's really over)

Ghosted town and a hesitant drive

(Snow capped and cloudy amber)

'Cause it'll never be the same again

(Never be the same)

But there's a beauty to impermanence

(Beauty to the flame)

A love-hate relationship with time

I could never stop September

Cause even though it's come and gone I have realized

There's a beauty to the amber