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I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream |
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I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream |
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Ah child of countless trees |
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Ah child of boundless seas |
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What you are, and what you're meant to be |
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Speaks his name, though you were born to me |
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Born to me |
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Cassidy |
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Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac |
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I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back |
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Come wash the nighttime clean |
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Come grow the scorched ground green |
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Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine |
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Close the gap of the dark years in between |
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You and me |
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Cassidy |
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Quick beats in an icy heart |
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Catch colt draws a coffin cart |
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There he goes and now here she starts |
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Hear her cry |
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Flight of the seabirds |
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Scattered like lost words |
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Wield to the storm and fly |
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Fare thee well now |
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Let your life proceed by it's own design |
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Nothing to tell now |
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Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine |
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Fare thee well now |
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Let your life proceed by it's own design |
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Nothing to tell now |
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Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine |
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Fare thee well now |
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Let your life proceed by it's own design |
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Nothing to tell now |
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Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine |
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I'm done with mine |
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Flight of the seabirds |
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Scattered like lost words |
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Wield to the storm and fly |