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If we are the chosen ones, |
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than we must come undone. |
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It all seems... |
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Blanket round ?us speech,? |
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surround us in all to reach. |
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It all seems... |
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Distance from God we know |
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is self-induced by days let go. |
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It all seems... |
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Dark, dark. It all seems dark. |
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Way down the road, |
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we find love. |
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We find love. |
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Way down the road, |
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we find love. |
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We find love. |
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Lead us back towards home. |
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Teach us so we can roam. |
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It all seems... |
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Way down the road, |
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we find love. |
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We find love. |
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Way down the road, |
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we find love. |
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We find love. |
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Dark, dark. It all seems dark. |
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Dark, dark. It all seems dark. |
