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When you have lost the power |
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That used to lift your feet |
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And all you have is anger |
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For all the things you've seen |
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Believe we grow in numbers |
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The seed will give a tree |
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Life has a room for difference |
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Close your eyes and you'll see |
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Gold in your pain |
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Something's coming up |
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Something's coming up |
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My friend, |
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it's all around |
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Something's coming up |
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The wind is full of hands to help |
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The only way to live in |
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A world that doesn't care |
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of how you could breathe in |
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A non-dreaming air |
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Is to believe in the next day |
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Seek beauty everywhere |
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The wind will lift my fears |
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The shadows of the day |
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Hope is in my veins |
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Something's coming up |
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Something's coming up |
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My friend |
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I know by now |
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Something's coming up |
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The wind is full of hands to help |
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When the weight is so strong |
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And I can feel my eyes |
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Burning all day long |
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From the fire of my cries |
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I remember the tree |
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That came out of the pain |
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I remember how beauty |
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Sometimes comes out of the rain |
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Time is my strength |
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Something's coming up |
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Something's coming up |
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My friend, |
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its all around |
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I know that now |
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Something's coming up |
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The wind is full of hands to help |
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Seeds of gold |
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Seeds of gold |
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Seeds of gold |
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Something's coming up |
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Something's coming up |
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My friend, I know by now |
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Something's coming up |
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The wind is full of hands to help |
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Seeds of gold |
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Seeds of gold |
