| I see the shadow of a tall tree fading in the sunless sky
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| I feel the aching of an old bruise healing, blue and black as night
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| I will go, I will go, where the cold wind blows
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| I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows
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| I feel the cadence of the breakers pounding me into the stone
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| I hear the memory of an old love calling me to come back home
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| I will go, I will go, where the cold wind blows
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| I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows
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| I will go, I will go, where the cold wind blows
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| I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows
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| I will go, I will go
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| I will go, I will go |