| I saw red and yellow flowers outside over the moors
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| And brightest sunrise ever to’ve touched my eyes.
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| And through it all,
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| I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart
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| Yeah through it all,
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| I fooled and fumbled, lost to the poet’s frown.
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| I fought the wolves of patience just to let it lie down.
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| See these waters they’ll pull you up,
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| Oh if you’re bolder than the darkness.
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| My my, let these songs be an instrument to cut,
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| Oh spaces 'tween the happiness and the hardness.
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| Out the door,
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| The touch of morning, the burning of the frost
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| Out the door
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| Strong hands to hold; |
| good friends that I never lost.
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| And what we found
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| Down these coves of limestone and cockle shells,
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| What we found
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| Down these roads that wander as lost as the heart,
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| Is a chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start.
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| Oh, no, see these waters they’ll pull you up,
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| Oh, no, if you’re bolder than the darkness.
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| My my let these songs be an instrument to cut here darling,
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| Oh, spaces between the happiness and the hardness,
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| Oh my my, spaces between the happiness and the hardness |