| Let the wind wear away
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| Words cut into stone
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| Let it clear what remains
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| Let it scatter their bones
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| Let there be you
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| Walking a line on the plain
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| Let it be you
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| Getting up again and again
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| There you contain
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| All that you have replaced
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| Without judgment or fear
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| With no intention left to waste
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| Just let it be you
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| Through the strength and pain of rejoice
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| Just let it be you
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| Tracking the years down through your voice
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| Deep and loud
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| Clear and true
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| Let it be you
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| And your lover she cried
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| To see you there on the farm
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| Spinning again, defeated
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| Still abused and still a boy
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| But I’m annoyed and ashamed
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| At the sound of your tenor voice
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| Winding through you from someplace else
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| Some place where you never had a single choice
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| So let it be you
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| That comes through this town with a sword
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| Let it be you
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| That levels the rich and lies down with the poor
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| Let it be you
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| That draws a clear line back through time
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| Let it be you
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| Who when beaten will always rise
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| Let it be you
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| Who will comfort us that need
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| It is just you
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| That is remembered and known by me With love, goodbye
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| If a man could never die
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| Then let it be you |