| Walking alone through the woods
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| There’s a roar that cannot be denied
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| Constant and loud, a sound that surrounds
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| It beckons you come and find
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| But you drown it out
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| So sure that it’s something you could do without
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| Your heart is still hard
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| So you disregard the loudest and loveliest sound
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| Oh, won’t you come where the water is white
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| Let it shove you under, let it steal your might
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| And when you surface downstream
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| For the first time you will be free
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| You’re keeping busy so you stay sane
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| And were you to stop you would hear your real name
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| So stop your ignoring, come find the roaring
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| Come back to from where you came
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| Oh, won’t you come where the water is white
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| Let it shove you under, let it steal your might
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| And when you surface downstream
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| For the first time you will be free
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| Oh, won’t you come where the water is white
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| Let it shove you under, let it steal your might
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| And when you surface downstream
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| For the first time you will be free |