| For the sake of my heart I am going
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| To wander the mountains where I was born
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| For the sake of finding my way again
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| I must be in this place alone
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| Where there’s healing in the sun when she rises
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| And forgiveness when she settles back down in the hills
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| There’s strength in the love of the living
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| And in knowing how to be still
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| Have you ever stood at the mountains
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| As they change from blue to gray to gold
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| Watching the painter’s perfection
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| Oh, what a sight to behold
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| Can I show you a place in the quiet
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| Where you can hear the wind humming through the trees
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| The rustle of weed that is dyin'
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| And the gravel beneath your feet
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| Let’s turn to the fire through the evening
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| And watch as it changes the world to coal
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| Like the memories we keep on fightin'
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| They burn as they unfold
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| Where there’s healing in the sun when she rises
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| And forgiveness when she settles back down in the hills
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| There’s strength in the love of living
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| And in knowing how to be still
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| Oh, there’s strength in the love of living
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| And in knowing how to be still |