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I saw red and yellow flowers outside over |
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The brightest sunrise ever to've touched my eyes. |
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And through it all, |
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I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart |
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Yeah through it all, |
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I fooled and fumbled, lost to the poet's frown. |
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I fought the wolves of patience just to let it lie down. |
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See these waters they'll pull you up, |
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Oh if you're bolder than the darkness. |
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My my, let these songs be an instrument to cut, |
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Oh spaces 'tween the happiness and the hardness. |
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Out the door, |
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The touch of morning, the burning of the frost |
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Out the door |
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Strong hands to hold; good friends that I never lost. |
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And what we found |
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Down these coves of limestone and cockle shells, |
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What we found |
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Down these roads that wander as lost as the heart, |
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Is a chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start. |
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See these waters they'll pull you up, |
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Oh if you're bolder than the darkness. |
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That these songs be an instrument to cut, |
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My my, let these songs be an instrument to cut, |
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Oh, spaces between the happiness and the hardness. |
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