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I walked in the valley |
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And danced in the rain |
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Swam in the river |
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And washed the pain away |
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I sat by the water |
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Sun on my back |
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Drank from the river |
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And made it go away |
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Before the ferry man takes me by the hand |
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Before he makes me king of the promised land |
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What I would die for is to feel |
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Let there be |
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No more promises |
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Go be gone with them |
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No more promises |
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Blowing in the wind |
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Of this life |
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I looked in the mirror and looked at my face |
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Studied those lines that seem so out of place |
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Then I learned to live with this fly in my wine |
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Learned to forgive |
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And learned to take my time |
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Before the ferry man takes me away |
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This life. This is real |
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And I am just a feather |
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Blowing in the wind |
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Let there be |
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No more promises |
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Go be gone with them |
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I am just a feather |
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Blowing in the wind |
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Of this life |
