| All that is will go away
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| But come again another day
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| Through turbulence on proud display
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| I’ll walk with you into the fray
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| You want someone to love
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| You don’t need somebody to hate
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| You want someone to love
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| You don’t need somebody to hate
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| Summer shores will flow and ebb
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| Ice will form in gentle threat
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| But without fear we softly step
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| You’re what I owe, you are my debt
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| You want someone to love
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| You don’t need somebody to hate
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| You want someone to love
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| You don’t need somebody to hate
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| Somebody to hate
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| (Somebody to hate)
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| (Somebody to hate)
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| (Somebody to hate)
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| (Somebody to hate)
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| I’m lost in the season of decay
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| And she’s coming to collect again
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| I’m lost in the season of fire
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| And she’s coming to collect again
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| I’m lost in the season of ice
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| And she’s coming, coming to collect again
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| And I’m lost in the season of the flood
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| And she’s coming to collect again
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| And I always, I always pay in, I always pay in full
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| But without fear we softly step
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| You’re what I owe, you are my debt |