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The dust settles after a hit and run |
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Bewildered by the damage done |
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I don't know why we choose the roads we travel |
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Or how a life could get so unraveled |
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We live our lives from then until now |
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By the mercies received over the mark upon our brow |
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To my heart |
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I'll collect what the four winds will scatter |
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And frame my life by before and after |
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Once a trick of light made me believe |
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A red fire was blazing from every tree |
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We held hands as the evening gathered |
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I forgave myself for what |
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I didn't ask her |
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Once I saw the sky filled with falling stars |
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Bumped my head in the dark and it left a scar |
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Held on too tight before |
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I let it go |
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Then forgave myself for what |
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I didn't know |
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We live our lives from then until now |
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By the mercies received over the mark upon our brow |
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To my heart |
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I'll collect what the four winds will scatter |
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And frame my life by before and after |
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I've stretched my soul over fifty states |
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I have lived on fumes and religious cornflakes |
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And once I dreamt my shoes had grown thin and battered |
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And forgave myself for what didn't matter |
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God said, "Cain, where is your brother?" |
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And who will tell his grieving mother? |
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Jacob dreamt an angel, called his name |
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And he never was quite the same |
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We live our lives from then until now |
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By the mercies received over the mark upon our brow |
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To my heart |
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I'll collect what the four winds will scatter |
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And frame my life by before and after |
