| Don’t you wish you could have known,
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| Guess it’s funny how it gets you sometimes
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| Travel in the come and go,
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| With the shadows whispering fast behind
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| To feed you to your gods
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| So you fill that empty cup you carry
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| With all the things you should have known,
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| But let it go
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| You only reap what you sow,
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| So love the way that you know
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| And line your pockets with gold
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| Pockets with gold
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| Though loves a pleasure to hold
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| Some things are better let go
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| So line your pockets with gold
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| Pockets with gold
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| I can see how far it goes
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| When you lose yourself you bleed into me
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| So teach me how to breathe below
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| In the dark you left your laugh behind
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| To fall in furrowed sense
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| When you’re all at peace and still like diamonds
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| Gathering your magic slow
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| So let it go
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| You only reap what you sow,
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| So love the way that you know
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| And line your pockets with gold
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| Pockets with gold
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| For love’s a pleasure to hold
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| So lose the critic in tow
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| And line your pockets with gold
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| Pockets with gold |