| Days fog
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| Can’t see past the edge of what’s gone but i’m hoping i’ll try
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| And the rain shines
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| And the showers and the fawns in the field arrange in my eyes
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| So why fight?
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| With nature’s call around
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| You talk about frights
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| In the verse of the every song
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| You tell me what’s wrong
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| But what’s right?
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| You’re seeing creation
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| That crushing never ending change is so full of love
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| And so you’re waking to face the change in your role
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| And with each restless shiver you wretch from your soul
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| You’re asking
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| Is that something I’m not anymore?
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| A brother to shake these broken chords till they turn gold
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| And I tried
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| To survive without that gold
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| And wondering why
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| Our exchange can never hold
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| Am I what’s wrong?
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| Well what’s right?
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| Stop trusting in demons
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| You’re scattered ever lonely buddy but so full love
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| Please stop repeating your terror you choose what you see
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| It’s always «what if?» |
| and «why not?»
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| Man you gotta just be
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| Simplify define your goals and watch them grow
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| Be your own true self the you that I know
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| Days gone
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| As I peer past the edge of what’s lost I’m starting to cry
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| But the rain’s fine
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| And the tears feel warm and my body is humming alive
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| In time
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| You’ll revive what you thought dead
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| You’ve stopped your own climb
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| On the verge of every end
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| You tell me what’s wrong
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| But what’s right?
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| Stop believing your being’s been shattered and distorted cause brother your so
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| full of love
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| And so you’re hoping to make a change in your role
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| Repeating mantras to find some ground for your soul
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| Stop asking
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| Is that something I’m not anymore?
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| A brother to shake these broken chords till they turn gold |