| Thinking of your private future
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| You snatched at the trees
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| In the starry dark green sleep
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| Thinking of your private future
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| You think at the river and set it flowing
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| A late fog’s lifting a fast wind’s rising
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| So you turn to reflect on your brief life
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| Session slip
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| Thinking of your private future
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| Cut by the scars of timeless coming back
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| Realize the unreachable is nothing
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| Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
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| Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
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| God’s good to the humble
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| As the devil is to fools
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| Stop looking back in anger
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| Cause you can’t change the rules
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| Believe in where you’re going
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| But don’t lose your yesterdays
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| To terrify to cry its true
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| Your life is just a game
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| So I need a million dollars
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| To sit on mountain tops
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| To see the stars surround you
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| Is to see an awful lot
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| I see the work of sinners
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| I see the work of saints
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| So I see the work of everyone
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| That’s ever ever been
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| Sleep without reason
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| Your laughing masks your love
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| You’ve got so many scars
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| How does it feel deep in your heart?
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| Cause when the covers blown over
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| It’ll crack up your skin
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| So now you’re drowning your sorrows
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| In whiskey and sin
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| Live the life you love
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| Use a god you trust
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| And don’t take it all too seriously
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| AHHHH
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| AHHHH
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| AHHHH
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| AHHHH |