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The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear |
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My friends and |
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I have had a tough time |
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Bruising our brains hard up against change |
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All the old dogs and the magician |
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Now I see we're in the boat in two-by-two's |
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Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use |
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And the very close quarters are hard to get used to |
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Love weighs the hull down with its weight |
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But the wood is tired, and the wood is old |
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And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds |
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But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point |
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That's where |
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I need to go |
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No way construction of this tricky plan |
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Was built by other than a greater hand |
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With a love that passes all our understanding |
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Watching closely over the journey |
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Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide |
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Seems more that all the courage |
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I can muster up inside |
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But we got to have some answers when we reach the other side |
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The prize is always worth the rocky ride |
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But the wood is tired, and the wood is old |
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And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds |
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But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point |
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That's where |
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I need to go |
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Sometimes |
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I ask to sneak a closer look |
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Skip to the final chapter of the book |
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And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took |
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To get us where we are this far, this far |
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But the question drowns in its futility |
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Even I have got to laugh at me |
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No one gets to miss the storm of what will be |
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Just holding on for the ride |
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But the wood is tired, and the wood is old |
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And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds |
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But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point |
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That's where |
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I need to go |
