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The knife's edge pierces Autumn |
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And stabs the wind we fear |
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But we must find ourselves |
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Before we disappear |
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By knowing when to move on |
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We keep the peace with our pride |
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We seldom live our moments |
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Before the leaves have dried |
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But it's a peaceful feeling when |
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We surrender |
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And there is healing power in |
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Letting go |
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Alone, confused, and naked |
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Is when we are most sacred |
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Fear is the enemy |
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That strikes out at our sanity |
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By keeping faith in our promise |
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We drink from Eros fountains |
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We confirm that we are here |
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Moving up on higher mountains... |
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And it's a peaceful feeling when... |
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We surrender |
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And there is healing power in... |
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Letting go |
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And it's a peaceful feeling when... |
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We surrender |
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There is healing power in... |
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Letting go |
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Letting go |
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Hush, hush I hear music |
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Falling down like rain |
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Hush, I feel mercy |
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And forgiveness |
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I see Golden Light... |
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Shining ever-bright |
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Into the light I'll go... |
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And it's a peaceful feeling when |
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We surrender |
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And there is healing power in |
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Letting go |
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And it's a peaceful feeling when |
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We surrender |
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There is healing power in... |
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In letting go |
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Letting go... |
