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Mother hold me. |
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I think I need to cry |
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Father help me. |
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I have to get things right |
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Sorry son, sorry honey. |
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Ain't got time to worry |
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Was afraid of these answers. |
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I fell into a stare |
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Today I'm standing at the house where |
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I grew up |
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Mother's dead. |
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Father too |
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The fear is still here |
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And I look up the tree in front of me |
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Watching the treehouse father built for me |
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I'm climbing in |
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The fear just flies away |
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All my senses obey |
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Lovely creatures guide my way |
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They teach me how to cry |
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How to get all things right |
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How you learn to love the night |
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I wonder how it comes. |
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Is this my second chance |
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Tell me am |
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I dreaming or lost inside time |
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I pass the parts of life. |
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It really cuts me like knife |
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I see my life in ruins. |
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The world around me turms |
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Surrounded by angels |
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I reach a special point |
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Above me my parents |
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I look at with delight |
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Suddenly I see so clear |
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Hate just turns to understanding |
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Sweat on my skin as |
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I awake from my dream |
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Throught the dust |
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I see the treehouse |
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And memories are coming back again |
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Now I stand here at their grave. |
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I'm crying |
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I've learned to forgive and to love |
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I'm watching sunset's beautiful horizon |
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The evil's lost the good has won tonight |
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Seasons change and tides have turned |
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No one can deny his own changes |
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When I'm down |
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I know a place |
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To wash away the sins |
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I've perpetrated |
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I've learned to forgive and to love |
