| There was a time
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| When my life was easy
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| Stretched out in the sun
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| Everything was clover
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| The world was off my shoulders for awhile
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| But then the sky turned a bomb fire shade
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| And hit me like a gun
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| It passed with flying colors
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| There’s no flying over…
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| The storm…
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| We will dance as it breaks
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| The storm…
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| It will give as it takes
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| And all of our pain is washed away
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| Don’t cry or be afraid
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| Some things only can be made
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| In the storm
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| Sometimes we get swept away
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| We’re forced to take the change
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| The desert gives you comfort
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| You can’t stay here all your wounded life
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| Underneath as the tempest rage
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| Your secrets come undone
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| When mountains need movin'
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| Let me help you through it The storm…
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| We will dance as it breaks
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| The storm…
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| Comes as fast as it fades
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| And all of our pain is washed away
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| Don’t cry or be afraid
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| Some things only can be made
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| In the storm
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| All your secrets come undone
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| Every web you’ve ever spun
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| All your secrets come undone
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| Let 'em go Let it come…
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| The storm…
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| We will dance as it breaks
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| The storm…
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| Gives you more than it takes
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| And all of our pain is washed away
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| Stare chaos in the face
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| We need only to embrace
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| Don’t cry or be afraid
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| Some things only can be made
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| In the storm |