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Fawn, it's not wrong |
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It's enough to know you're there |
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It's enough to reach into the dark |
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And pull nothing back |
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Don't let the daylights paralyze |
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You can run back to the words |
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You can live among the deer |
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You know you are good |
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Soon is the spring |
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With the grass becoming green |
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With the hope for everything |
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Waiting to happen |
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Grey disappears |
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We grow way beyond our fear |
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I forget how hard it once was |
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To be breathing |
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I am making my way through the woods each day |
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Trying to get further |
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Oh Virginia is fine |
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But you won't be mine |
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I'm a sleeper |
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To familiar trees |
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Took a wilder leaves |
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I will be there |
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Now that we're ghosts |
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That go driving in the night |
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We will fade away with sea |
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Till no one is there |
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No more hands in the fringe |
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No more nervous laughing looks |
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No more wonder in the way things might have been |
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I am making my mark in the tree stump's bark to remember |
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You have done nothing wrong |
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Maybe wind was too strong |
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Which was more than fair |
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If you want goodbye |
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You can have your goodbye |
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I will not be there |
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Fawn, it's not wrong |
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It's enough to know you're there |
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You can live among the deer |
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You know you are good |
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If you change your mind |
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And don't learn to drive |
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I will be there |
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If the world gets cold |
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And you've got no stove |
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I will be there |
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Under the stars at night |
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Giving both of us light |
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I will be there |
