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I will walk the road as long as the road goes |
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I will try to dodge the rock the valley throws |
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Revealer, caught a fever |
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We all have a sinking stone |
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And when the road presents a twisting case of fate |
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A meaner eye you need to contemplate |
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The season comes with a reason |
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We all have a setting sun |
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Distance, mark of distance |
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Your burden is your brilliance |
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There's a vessel, a hidden vessel in the stone |
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Difference, not indifference |
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Your passion marks you different |
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And you wrestle, and how you wrestle to come to know |
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The whispering light |
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The truth is awful quiet |
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Like it's whispering at night |
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Can tell you how to |
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Break the fever |
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With light |
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The truth is awful quiet |
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Like whispering in light |
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Can tell you how to |
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And light is less and light is more in some |
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For don't confuse the weather for the sun |
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Revealer, magic healer |
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And when will your vision come |
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And lightning rods will guide your journey home |
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And revelations from a fist of bones |
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And when the rock weighs heavy in your soul |
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Just tell her that you have earned the right to know |
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Revealer, how to break the fever |
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You carried in, like these demons your kin |
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And you'll render it secret then |
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Distance, mark of distance |
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Your burden is your brilliance |
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There's a vessel, a hidden vessel in the stone |
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Difference, not indifference |
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Your passion sparks resilience |
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And you wrestle, and how you wrestle to come to know |
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The whispering light |
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The truth is awful quiet |
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Like it's whispering at night |
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Can tell you how to |
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Break the fever |
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With light |
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The truth is awful quiet |
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Whispering at light |
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Can tell you how to |
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Break the fever |
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With light |
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The truth is awful quiet |
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Whispering at light |
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Can tell you how to... |
