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What is left behind |
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It weighs upon my mind |
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The way things had seemed |
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The things that should have been |
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Now I've forgiven |
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I pray for your return |
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Our worlds are now so different |
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That once free spirit |
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Could be so near |
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That once free spirit |
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Will disappear |
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Breathe those spirit fumes |
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No mourning shallow abuse |
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[solos - Young, Evans] |
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What is left behind |
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It weighs upon my mind |
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The way things had seemed |
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The things that should have been |
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Now I've forgiven |
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I pray for your return |
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Our worlds are now so different |
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That once free spirit |
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Could be so near |
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That once free spirit |
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Will be missed |
