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I have found a sorrow when i feel alone i need to follow in the distance i hear the pulse even with the lights gone out i know the rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on its bounding through the streets scattering the cold the marching band, rolls on we'll lead with the heart and let our heads follow we'll leave all the plans to work themselves alone i'm hearing the ways that i have left to go oh you know its the sound that arrests my soul the rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on its marching through the streets scattering the cold |
