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I follow the sun from a distance |
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I pass the shadows to my left |
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find my strength in |
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the solar wake |
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(and live a little) |
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running up for the light |
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find it caught up by the dark |
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fight for hope |
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find it beaten by fate |
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whispered promises |
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of then, and years after |
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got broken, un-mendedly |
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washed upon the beaches |
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of a life long gone |
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But I will go |
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I will find my lips with peace |
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I will hide every word |
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In my empty thoughts |
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I will go |
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With hope filled arms |
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I will look for signs |
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I will look for questions |
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Asking me why I kneel to life |
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Running up for the light |
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find it caught up by the dark |
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fight for hope |
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find it beaten by fate |
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I will go |
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I will pray for saviour |
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And will welcome any ending |
