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As I stand here searching for the right words |
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I know that wisdom comes from despair |
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I realize it's harder to find your own voice |
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Than to follow one already in the air |
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And as our time draws nearer |
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I wonder just when we stopped being young |
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And I know my greatest deeds will go unnoticed |
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And our treasures were here all along |
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Child of the earth, hear my confession |
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Please don't tell me that it's overdue |
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And from the four corners of the universe |
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I will make my way to you |
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A gentle touch, known only to each other |
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And a breath that comforts like the rain |
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And a taste no other shall ever know |
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That upon my tongue shall remain |
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Child of the earth, heal me with your whisper |
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Come and hold me close to your breast |
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Dress my wounds with your innocence |
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I am weary, let me rest |
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Let your rain wash over me |
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You know all I ever hoped to be |
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Is half of what you are to me |
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So take me from this island |
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Lead me to the mountains of the moon |
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As long as you lead, I will follow |
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And the end of time will be too soon |
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Child of the earth, hear my confession |
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Please don't tell me that it's overdue |
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And from the four corners of the universe |
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I will make my way to you |
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Child of the earth, heal me with your whisper |
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Come and hold me close to your breast |
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Dress my wounds with your innocence |
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I am weary, let me rest, I am weary, I am weary |
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I will make my way to you |
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I will make my way to you |
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I will make my way to you |
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I will make my way to you |
