| In the wasted wealth of earth
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| Losing our courage
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| Where has all the lust of life gone?
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| Like the sap out of a birch
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| Cut to discourage
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| But has someone left the light on?
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| Is there none to speak or stand?
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| Where are our fathers?
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| They left us long ago now
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| Wasting so much life
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| The scars they leave behind
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| But that’s not who we are
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| You’re not far
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| Cadence you’re losing time again
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| You’ve been left on your own
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| Cadence dance through the embers and
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| Every light becomes your start
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| Cadence it’s not far away
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| In the distance there’s a wake
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| Life giving fortune
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| There’s a voice that leads the way now
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| The mosaic to create
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| King or an orphan
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| As we walk we’ll ding our way out
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| Wasting so much life
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| The wounds from deep inside
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| Carving who we are
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| You’re not far
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| Cadence you’re losing time again
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| You’ve been left on your own
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| Cadence dance through the embers and
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| Every light becomes your start
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| Cadence it’s not far away
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| Wasting so much life
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| The wounds from deep inside
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| Carving who we are
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| You’re not far
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| Cadence you’re losing time again… |