| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| Did I hear a thunder?
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| Did I hear you break?
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| I can’t quite remember
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| Just what guided me this way, oh
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| The pines, they often whisper
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| They whisper what no tongue can tell
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| He who drinks from the deep water
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| May he know the depths of the well
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| Well
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| Mmm, oh, traveler
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| What have you seen?
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| Were there crossroads
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| Where you been, where you been?
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| I once was standing tall
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| Now I feel my back’s against the wall
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| The morning light
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| When it comes to me
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| It was there but I could not see
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| Am I to wander
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| As a wayward son?
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| Will the hunter be hunted
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| By the smoking gun?
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world
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| May I stand unshaken
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| Amid, amidst a crashing world |