| I see birds soaring through the clouds outside my window
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| Smell the fresh paint of a comfort shade on this new fall day
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| Feel the coffee surge through morning veins from half an hour ago
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| Hear the sound of shots and screams from the hallway
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| Spent my last weekend camping out again down the road aways
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| Just me and Joan and a couple of friends on this beautiful trail
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| Watched the sun slip down behind a mountain stream in these great Cascades
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| Saw a mighty hawk swoop down upon a stream to devour its prey
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| Now We’re moving chairs in some panic mode to barricade the doors
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| As my heart rate surges on adrenaline and nerves I feel I’ve been here before
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| Made it back from hell’s attack in some distant bloody war
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| Only to stare down hell back home
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| Outside my mind I wander freely past the rocky shore
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| Waves crash against the banks where Lewis and Clark explored
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| We’re all standing in the shadows of our noblest intentions of something more
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| Than being shot in a classroom in Oregon
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| It’s a morning like so many others with breakfast and birthdays
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| The sun burned the fog away, breeze blew the mist away
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| My friend Jack just had him a baby
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| I see birds soaring through the clouds outside my window today
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| Heaven’s calling my name from the hallway outside the door
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| Heaven’s calling my name from the hallway outside the door |