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In the spring, when this thing began |
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I was down, a dying man |
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And as I died and decayed |
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I pushed her away |
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Saying "Why don't you stay"? |
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Days turned to dust, my heart ran dry |
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A compromise was a tooth for an eye |
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I was under a spell |
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How could I tell the truth from the lies |
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And could this wretch really be restored? |
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I went out west and the rain it poured |
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And there appeared a king |
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And he held his sword over me |
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Forty days of rain |
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Washed it away, washed it away |
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I knew I'd never be the same again |
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I was lost but I'm found, lost but I'm found |
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And until I felt the joy in the pain |
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I used to pray for the sun |
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To turn night into day |
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Now I kneel and feel the frost on the ground |
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And I rise and I pray |
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I kind of had a bad idea |
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I slipped into my deepest fear |
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My room 101, the end of the run |
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The worst thing I'd ever done |
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I couldn't get the pin back in |
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Where did it end and where did I begin |
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I tried to call it a day, day after day |
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And could this wretch really be restored |
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I went out west, seeking for the sun |
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And the rain it poured |
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Forty days of rain |
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Washed it away, washed it away |
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I knew I'd never be the same again |
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I was lost but I'm found, lost but I'm found |
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And until I felt the joy in the pain |
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I used to pray for the sun |
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To turn night into day |
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I found forgiveness on the back of a bay |
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And I rise and I pray |
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Cos I was lost but I'm found |
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I was lost but I'm found |