| Sweet voices calling wild, echoing around this child
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| Sweet faith Ill be joining you, when my storys over
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| Dee doo doo doo dah dee doo doo
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| Doo doo doo dee doo doo doo dee doo dah day
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| Small secrets in the wind, blowing till the end begins
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| Oh my children stand by me till my storys over
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| Dee doo doo doo dah dee doo doo
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| Doo doo doo dee doo doo doo dee doo dah day
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| If I were you and you were me those voices they would cease to be They wont be free to torment me again
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| But in my bed again last night, those voices spoke of wrong and right
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| They spoke of darkness and of light
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| They spoke of weakness and of might
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| The spoke of people in the snow
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| And distant places long ago
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| The spoke of fire and falling rain
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| Of health and wealth and death and pain
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| Nah…
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| Sweet voices calling wild, echoing around this child
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| Sweet faith Ill be joining you, when my storys over
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| If I were you and you were me those voices they would cease to be They wont be free to torment me again
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| But in my bed again last night those voices spoke of wrong and right
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| They spoke of darkness and of light
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| They spoke of weakness and of might
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| They spoke of people in the snow
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| And distant places long ago
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| They spoke of fire and falling rain
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| Of health and wealth and death and pain
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| They spoke of people in the snow
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| And distant places long ago
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| They spoke of fire and falling rain
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| Of health and wealth and death and pain
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| La la … |