| Bend into the breeze
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| Accept this gentle hand, and follow me
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| To trees all rusted red
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| The yellows express to us we’ll all be
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| Dead and born again in such a short amount of time
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| The bowing of our heads into the ever-failing light
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| We have all been scared to lose our glow
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| After all, after all
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| The illusion’s dance, there’s no control
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| After all, after all
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| Lean into the eve
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| Accept that there’s no plan, and follow me
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| On a night awash with stars
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| The glitter of our collarbones, the lights of cars
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| Streaming by with no one inside
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| We have all been scared to lose our glow
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| After all, after all
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| The illusion’s dance, there’s no control
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| After all, after all
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| Feel the wind, it’s palms pushing you along
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| All the leaves that fall
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| They will pile into a song, pile into a song
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| We’ll live, we’ll love, and live again
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| ‘Til there’s nothing left to give
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| We have all been scared to lose our glow
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| After all, after all
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| The illusion’s dance, there’s no control
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| After all, after all
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| We’ll live, we’ll love, and live again
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| ‘Til there’s nothing left to give |