| Armour let it through
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| Borne the arboretic truth you kept posing
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| Sat down in the suit
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| Fixed on up, it wasn’t you by finished closing
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| Ramble in the roots
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| Had the marvel, moved the proof be kneeled fine’s glowing
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| Storing up the clues
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| It had its sullen blue bruised through by showing
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| Settle past a patience
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| Where wishes and your will are spilling pictures
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| Water’s running through
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| In the valley where we grew to write this scripture
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| Never gonna break, never gonna break
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| Never gonna break, never gonna break
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| Not for a part in any gamut of the dark
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| Doubled in the toes
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| Annex it, it minute closed in the morning
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| Did not lose it in the stack’s stow
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| I’ma lay that call back on ya
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| You know it won’t beseech you
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| We’re laying in an open field
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| I will let you grow
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| No need to know this
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| So carry on, my dear
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| What is clear up in the daylight is we’re hung here
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| Fall is coming soon
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| A new year for the moon and the Hmong here
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| Never gonna break, never gonna break
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| Never gonna break, never gonna break
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| All that it seems
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| Bellows tracing through the streams
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| Never gonna break, never gonna break
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| Never gonna break, never gonna break
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| All at its seams
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| Swallows swelling for the beams |