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time is a cold wind blowing through the leaves |
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of a tired old tree i sit beneath |
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where i think about the world and i don't know how |
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what will happen to us now |
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peace is a ladder up to the clouds |
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that i'm wishing i could climb but i don't know how |
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so would you lend me a hand to the promised land |
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where i'm headed |
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glory bound |
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and it comes and it goes |
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where it's headed no one knows |
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and we come and we go |
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all the saints and the liars |
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sitting by the fire |
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what will happen to us now |
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hatred is a sharp knife held by the blade |
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cutting in your palm till you feel no pain |
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burning in your eyes with a righteous rage |
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till the ashes blow away |
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love is a thing that you can't define |
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though you try with all your might through the riddles and rhymes |
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it'll fly you like a kite |
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it'll throw you to the ground |
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but that's the best thing i have found |
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and it comes and it goes |
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where it's headed no one knows |
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and we come and we go |
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like the winter and the spring |
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losing everything |
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just to gain it back again |
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oh how pretty is the middle of june |