| Get back to the center
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| Where it all began
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| The struggles of a burdened man
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| Who clung to violence
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| And transgressed
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| Against the few who stayed
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| The few that remained
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| The few he didn’t abandon
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| Or push away as he left his home
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| In search of fool’s gold
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| He went west but longed for the east
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| And he waged wars but he longed
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| For the peace that never made
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| Its way to ease his troubled heart
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| I hope they all can see through
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| The changing of the seasons
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| We all, we all blossom in spring
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| And wither in winter (in winter)
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| When the fall strips you
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| Of all your color
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| What will you say as the cold
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| Eats its way through your bones?
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| When the ice covers you completely
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| Completely drained of all hope
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| I hope they all can see through
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| The changing of the seasons
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| We all, we all blossom in spring
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| And wither in winter
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| As God as my witness I will survive
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| To see the sun again
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| And, wait for its light
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| To bring its life back to my limbs (my limbs, my limbs)
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| I pray they all, see through the barren trees
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| And the lifeless shapes that once were forests
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| Once the life returns to their eyes
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| I hope they all can see through
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| The changing of the seasons
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| We all, we all blossom in spring
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| And wither in winter
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| As God as my witness, I will see the sun! |