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A line of strands |
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to mark the trail |
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No one said it would be easy |
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I must admit |
| [00:19.26] |
I'd thought the risk |
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was better waged in younger seasons |
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all these years in the cold |
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play hell on the throat |
| [00:31.86] |
Until everything |
| [00:33.44] |
I say burns like cinders |
| [00:37.12] |
Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song |
| [00:42.15] |
And the crease of a strangling winter |
| [00:47.96] |
It's strange to be lost |
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stranger still to belong |
| [00:52.89] |
On the strings of a twisting lie |
| [01:01.89] |
Along the way the turns are sharp |
| [01:06.87] |
No one said they would be easy |
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I must admit |
| [01:15.36] |
I thought the trip |
| [01:18.60] |
was better made in younger seasons |
| [01:22.18] |
But all these years in the pursuit |
| [01:25.13] |
made a man of a fool |
| [01:27.97] |
Till every word |
| [01:29.53] |
I say is unwavered |
| [01:32.88] |
Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a psalm |
| [01:38.17] |
In the case of a selfish believer |
| [01:43.88] |
It's strange to be lost |
| [01:46.12] |
stranger still to belong |
| [01:48.81] |
On the strings in a twisting line |
| [02:38.11] |
And when the path |
| [02:39.59] |
I have made |
| [02:40.94] |
From the grass to the grave |
| [02:43.46] |
I will love you still |
| [02:48.83] |
And when the sand turns to glass |
| [02:51.53] |
And all that's left is the past |
| [02:54.15] |
And I will love you still |
