| The dust settles after a hit and run
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| Bewildered by the damage done
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| I don’t know why we choose the roads we travel
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| Or how a life could get so unraveled
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| We live our lives from then until now
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| By the mercies received over the mark upon our brow
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| To my heart I’ll collect what the four winds will scatter
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| And frame my life by before and after
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| Once a trick of light made me believe
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| A red fire was blazing from every tree
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| We held hands as the evening gathered
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| I forgave myself for what I didn’t ask her
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| Once I saw the sky filled with falling stars
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| Bumped my head in the dark and it left a scar
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| Held on too tight before I let it go
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| Then forgave myself for what I didn’t know
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| We live our lives from then until now
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| By the mercies received over the mark upon our brow
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| To my heart I’ll collect what the four winds will scatter
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| And frame my life by before and after
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| I’ve stretched my soul over fifty states
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| I have lived on fumes and religious cornflakes
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| And once I dreamt my shoes had grown thin and battered
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| And forgave myself for what didn’t matter
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| God said, «Cain, where is your brother?»
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| And who will tell his grieving mother?
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| Jacob dreamt an angel, called his name
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| And he never was quite the same
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| We live our lives from then until now
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| By the mercies received over the mark upon our brow
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| To my heart I’ll collect what the four winds will scatter
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| And frame my life by before and after |