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The earth is cold, the fields are bare |
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The branches fold against the wind that's everywhere |
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The birds move on so they survive |
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When snow's so deep the bears all sleep to keep themselves alive |
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They do what they must for now and trust in their plan |
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If I trust in mine, somehow, will I find who I am |
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And where do I go from here? |
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So many voices ringing in my ear |
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Which is the voice that I was meant to hear |
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How will I know where do I go from here |
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My world has changed and so have I |
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I've learned to choose and even learned to say goodbye |
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The path ahead so hard to see |
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It winds and bends but where it ends depends on only me |
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In my heart I don't feel part of so much I've known |
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Now it seems it's time to start a new life on my own |
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But where do I go from here? |
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So many voices ringing in my ear |
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Which is the voice that I was meant to hear |
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How will I know where do I go from here |