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Waiting for the sun |
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To burn away the season |
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Revealing the place we called home |
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Built by our blood and our blood alone |
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We will find our summit again |
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This blood does not flow through her veins |
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As she walks on floors by mother laid |
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Sheltered by the roof my father built tall |
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To shield us from all that may fall |
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We will find our summit again |
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It will take more than the snow |
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To bury all that you have known |
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Waiting for the sun to burn away the season |
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Revealing the place we called home |
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Built by our blood and our blood alone |
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Soon will come the winter's end |
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We will find our summit again |
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It will take more than the snow |
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To bury all that you have known |
