| There are wildflowers springing up at the graveyard
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| An oak tree that’s been standing here so long
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| And dandelions pretty in the sunshine
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| ‘til the wind blows and they’re gone
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| Blue skies make me think winter’s never coming
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| Feelings always feel like they’ll never end
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| And my whole life I’ve been working hard at changing
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| But now I’m just sinking in
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| And I’m walking to the edge of where the river meets the sky
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| Holding my head up and closing my eyes
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| And all th answers I’ve been hoping to find
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| Are writtn in the water
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| Clouds are rolling over
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| Snake, she sheds her skin
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| And the wolves are calling out as the moon circles ‘round
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| Casting shadows on the hillside as their voices rise again
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| Oh, and I’m walking to the edge of where the river meets the sky,
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| holding my head up and closing my eyes
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| And all the answers I’ve been hoping to find
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| Are written in the water
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| Written in footsteps that crawl across the snow
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| Written in memories that change each time they’re told
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| All the answers I’ve been hoping to find
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| Are written in the water |