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Innocent Sunday morning |
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As plain as the Sunday before |
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I thought as she told me her story |
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I don't think I can hear these anymore |
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Charting a map of land mines |
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Asleep in the settling dust |
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How come we never remember |
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How many times you picked yourself up |
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Hey that's the way to go |
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We need to know pain to grow |
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But you're right it's a long way home |
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By the light of eve |
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Broken and bold |
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I am reminded of Bonnie |
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When the day breaks into dark. |
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I think there's nothing more beautiful |
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Than a face that has come so far. |
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Hey that's the way to go |
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We need to know pain to grow |
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But you're right it's a long way home |
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You're the light of eve broken |
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You're the bravest girl in the whole wide world |
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Light of eve |
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Broken and bold |
