| i got home and there was nothing going on,
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| not even reruns of a family song, the spirit was gone,
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| and so i sit for a bit, biting my lip,
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| thinking over and over all the different ways to quit,
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| and i feel sheer rock or evergreens tower
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| over me, the darkness devours
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| the mountain air, the spirit there,
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| the only willing thing i share,
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| holding and showing without completely knowing,
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| i hold the truth and so do you
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| it’s nothing new, and we do what we’re supposed to do,
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| ski vacation takes me back and it ends too soon,
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| sheer rock or evergreens tower
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| over me, the darkness devours
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| the mountain air, the spirit there,
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| the only willing thing i share. |