| Go ahead, push your luck
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| Find out how much love the world can hold
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| Once upon a time I had control
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| And reined my soul in tight
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| Well the whole truth
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| Is like the story of a wave unfurled
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| But I held the evil of the world
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| So I stopped the tide
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| Froze it up from inside
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| And it felt like a winter machine
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| That you go through and then
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| You catch your breath and winter starts again
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| And everyone else is spring bound
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| And when I chose to live
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| There was no joy, it’s just a line I crossed
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| It wasn’t worth the pain my death would cost
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| So I was not lost or found
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| And if I was to sleep
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| I knew my family had more truth to tell
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| And so I traveled down a whispering well
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| To know myself through them
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| Growing up, my mom had a room full of books
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| And hid away in there
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| Her father raging down a spiral stair
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| Till he found someone
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| Most days his son
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| And sometimes I think
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| My father, too, was a refugee
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| I know they tried to keep their pain from me
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| They could not see what it was for
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| But now I’m sleeping fine
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| Sometimes the truth is like a second chance
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| I am the daughter of a great romance
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| And they are the children of the war
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| Well the sun rose with so many colors
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| It nearly broke my heart
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| And worked me over like a work of art
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| And I was a part of all that
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| So go ahead, push your luck
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| Say what it is you’ve got to say to me
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| We will push on into that mystery
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| And it’ll push right back
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| And there are worse things than that
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| Cause for every price
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| And every penance that I could think of
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| It’s better to have fallen in love
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| Than never to have fallen at all
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| Cause when you live in a world
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| Well it gets in to who you thought you’d be
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| And now I laugh at how the world changed me
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| I think life chose me after all |