| If we meet in the clearing
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| I will hold you once again
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| All us road weary men will be young ones again
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| And I’ll laugh and I’ll call you my friend
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| There’s a lifetime in your handshake
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| There’s a fire that’s still burning bright
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| We’ll start over again and we’ll laugh at our sins
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| When we hold ourselves up to the light
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| There comes a time of forgiving
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| To fearlessly tally your scars
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| Of all of the times we have lived through
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| Now this one is better by far
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| If we ever get to heaven
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| We will have such a gathering there
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| There’s a dozen lost friends that I know in the end
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| Will have so many stories to share
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| And oh, but how I have missed you
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| And I’ve longed to find out how you are
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| Of all of the roads that we’ve rambled
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| Now this one is better by far
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| Better by far
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| When the currency of life
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| Is the counting of friends
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| Better by far
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| To be loving the journey
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| Than to live for the end
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| If I glance over my shoulder
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| I might see the steps leading me here
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| If I gaze at the horizon
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| Then the length of my travels comes clear
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| Sure as one foot will follow another
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| I will never lose sight of the stars
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| With all of your bright lights around me
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| Forever is better by far
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| Better by far
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| Better by far |