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Like a new day rising |
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Like a calm before the storm |
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Like fog lifting from valleys |
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On the sleeping forest floor |
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Eyes open slowly |
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As the dust is shaken off |
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To gaze upon the wreckage |
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That the midnight hands have wrought |
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And now I feel my temperature rising |
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My body explodes |
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I feel like somebody's watching |
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Like I'm not alone |
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I stop dying but right there and say that |
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Whatever path you take |
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And wherever you might go |
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Whenever you decide to leave |
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I will follow, I will follow |
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We face the crossroads |
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Never knowing what's in store |
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There's an angel on my shoulder |
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There's a devil in my door |
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She proclaimed |
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Tonight will be the greatest of our lives |
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I said, "Don't be so sure |
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Let's just wait until the morning" |
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I feel my temperature rising |
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My body explodes |
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I feel like somebody's watching |
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Like I'm not alone |
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I stop dying but right there and say that |
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Whatever path you take |
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And wherever you might go |
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Whenever you decide to leave |
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I will follow, I will follow |
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There in the clearing we gather close |
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Under the moon's pale light we lay out the tools |
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And you don't have to do this |
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And I forgive you if you don't |
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She just looked away and said, "I know" |
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Gripping the midnight hands |
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We dream of futures they would prevent |
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Gripping their midnight hands |
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The line's crosses over |
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The dawn grows closer |
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In spite of too much |
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It's just with a blind trust |
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In order of our blind faith |
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Whatever path you take |
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And wherever you might go |
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And whenever you decide to leave |
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I'll follow, I'll follow |
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I'll bear all the falls you take |
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I will let go if you decide to stay |
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I'll be there until you go away from here |
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I'll follow, I will follow, I will follow |
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Whatever path you take |
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And wherever you might go |
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Whenever you decide to leave |
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I will follow, oh |
