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There was a time |
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When my life was easy |
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Stretched out in the sun |
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Everything was clover |
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The world was off my shoulders for awhile |
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But then the sky turned a bomb fire shade |
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And hit me like a gun |
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It passed with flying colors |
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There's no flying over... |
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The storm... |
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We will dance as it breaks |
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The storm... |
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It will give as it takes |
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And all of our pain is washed away |
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Don't cry or be afraid |
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Some things only can be made |
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In the storm |
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Sometimes we get swept away |
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We're forced to take the change |
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The desert gives you comfort |
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You can't stay here all your wounded life |
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Underneath as the tempest rage |
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Your secrets come undone |
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When mountains need movin' |
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Let me help you through it |
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The storm... |
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We will dance as it breaks |
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The storm... |
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Comes as fast as it fades |
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And all of our pain is washed away |
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Don't cry or be afraid |
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Some things only can be made |
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In the storm |
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All your secrets come undone |
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Every web you've ever spun |
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All your secrets come undone |
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Let 'em go |
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Let it come... |
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The storm... |
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We will dance as it breaks |
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The storm... |
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Gives you more than it takes |
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And all of our pain is washed away |
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Stare chaos in the face |
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We need only to embrace |
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Don't cry or be afraid |
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Some things only can be made |
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In the storm |
