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Get back to the center |
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Where it all began |
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The struggles of a burdened man |
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Who clung to violence |
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And transgressed |
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Against the few who stayed |
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The few that remained |
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The few he didn't abandon |
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Or push away as he left his home |
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In search of fool's gold. |
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He went west but longed for the east |
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And he waged wars but he longed |
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For the peace that never made |
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Its way to ease his troubled heart |
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I hope they all can see through |
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The changing of the seasons |
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We all blossom in spring |
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And wither in winter |
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When the fall strips you |
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Of all your color |
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What will you say as the cold |
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Eats its way through your bones? |
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When the ice covers you completely |
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Completely drained of all hope |
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As God as my witness I will survive |
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To see the sun again |
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And, wait for its light |
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To bring its life back to my limbs |
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I pray they all, see through the barren trees |
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And the lifeless shapes that once were forests |
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Once the life returns to their eyes |
