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I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. |
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I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream. |
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Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas. |
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What are you, what are you meant to be? |
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Speaks his name for you were born to me, |
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Born to me, cassidy. |
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Lost now on the country miles in his cadillac. |
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I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back. |
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Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green. |
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Blow the horn, tap the tambourine. |
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Close the gap on the dark years in between. |
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You and me, cassidy. |
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Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart, |
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There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry. |
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Flight of the seabirds, |
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Scattered like lost words, |
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Wheel to the storm and fly. |
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Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design. |
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Nothing to tell now, let the words be your's, i'm done with mine. |
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Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design. |
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Nothing to tell now, let the words be your's, i'm done with mine. |
