| Wave a hand, combat the gloom
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| When the ache comes creeping up
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| I spread my arms so wide that I consume
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| My best starts to bloom
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| With the breath that I consume
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| And I grow like grass on the hillside
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| It’s the way I leave my tomb
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| «Was it dark in there at all?»
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| It was dark I must admit
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| «Was it you that I heard call?»
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| It was me from yonder pit
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| «Was it what you thought was you?»
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| It was me as someone else
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| I was crying out for you
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| In high and girly swell
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| Is the gleam you thought was gone
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| Beginning to return?
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| When you lay down on the lawn
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| Can’t you feel its fiery burn?
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| See the rooftops in the Sun
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| See the fading afternoon
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| Feel the tangle come undone
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| Hear the doobydoo
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| Boom (Boom)
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| My voice says make room (Make room)
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| Wave a hand, combat the gloom
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| When the dark slips in
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| I spread my arms so wide that I consume
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| The depth of its doom
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| With the brightness I resume
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| And I grow green leaves on my branches
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| Its the way my blossoms bloom
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| «Wasn't I the wind that blew?»
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| It was that what you allowed
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| To come wildly rushing through
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| You became a gambit howl
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| «Was it finally coming true?»
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| It had never ceased to be
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| «Wasn't I the light that grew?»
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| «Wasn't that light born in me?»
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| It was that what you had touched
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| When you weren’t trying to
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| It was how you made so much
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| By forgetting what was you
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| See the rooftops in the sun
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| See the fading afternoon
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| Feel the tangle come undone
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| Hear the doobie doo
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| And like a mountain peak so high and stout
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| I blew my lid, I blew my guts about
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| So I’m tall, I’ve always been
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| With flashing flood and whipping wind
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| I live with everything that I can’t do without |