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When you see that you're leaving |
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And you see that you're gone |
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And you see there's no saying |
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GoodbyeAll the trees are in mourning |
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The light is late from the sun |
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Casting shadow on shadow |
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Now and from the sky |
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And it's hard not to want to turn around |
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It's hard not to want to back on down |
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We're only as strong as our hearts within |
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Only as strong |
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And all you know of where the road goes |
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Is someplace far and unknown |
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You would think you would have gotten |
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Used to it all by now |
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But each day just gets harder |
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Every journey alone |
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Never knowing if you'll make it |
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Back home somehow |
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And it's hard not to want to turn around |
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It's hard not to want to back on down |
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We're only as brave as we think we are |
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Only as brave |
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And it's hard not to want to turn it down |
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For some guaranteed soul-crushing merry-go-round |
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But it driven you straight into the ground |
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Driven you down |
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And the three greatest gifts of moving on |
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Are forgiveness, hope and the great beyond |
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After that perhaps peace can come |
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Peace will come |
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And you see that you're leaving |
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And you see that you're gone |
