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I started the day by the tree where the sea was of nothing |
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I was closer to god in my dreams but still out of my head |
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When all of the leaves and the moments were in their way touching |
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A blanket of change and the listening for what will be said |
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When all that |
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I knew was the wind and the faces before me |
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I spoke with the purpose and strength of a thousand young man |
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When the weight of the world and their wolves were out there to destroy me |
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I stood in the grass on the hill with my will to defend |
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This is the start of something |
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This is the end of who we were |
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The beginning of what we will be |
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This is the call to something, |
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This is a chance at something pure, |
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The only chance that we can see |
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When everything else disappears |
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We'll live out our live beyond years |
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Where's the forgiveness we said would be written all over |
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Where is the peace and the freedom we said would be ours |
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Have we been lost in a dead winter whispering clover |
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Can we get back to the truth in the bees and the flowers |