| It’s not what we’ve seen on the world’s painted screen
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| Selfish or cruel, a game of the heart to be toyed with
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| Not a glorified feeling that destroys all
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| Who touch it in the end
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| But a gift that was given when time began
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| It’s the essence that fills all human desire
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| But a mirrored reflection of something much higher
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| And we are just vessels, which carry this light
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| Given to show one another
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| Who love was written by
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| I am cracked and flawed
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| So are you
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| But these are spaces for the light to come pouring through
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| Maybe the more we let out, the stronger it’ll grow
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| Till all who fall in its path feel the warmth of its glow
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| And our love will be a river, flowing out into the sea
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Maybe the more we let out, the stronger it’ll grow
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| Till all who fall in its path feel the warmth of its glow
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| And our love will be a river, flowing out into the sea
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Maybe the more we let out, the stronger it’ll grow
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| Till all who fall in its path feel the warmth of its glow
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| And our love will be a river, flowing out into the sea
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Maybe the more we let out, the stronger it’ll grow
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| Till all who fall in its path feel the warmth of its glow
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| And our love will be a river, flowing out into the sea
|
| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Maybe the more we let out, the stronger it’ll grow
|
| Till all who fall in its path feel the warmth of its glow
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| And our love will be a river, flowing out into the sea
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet
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| Started in the mountains
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| Where you washed my feet |