| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| I lay for too long with my eyes closed
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| Life passed like I did not see if anyone died
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| But I still heard those who sang out
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| That wisdom is on the other side if you just open them
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| I lay with my face turned to the ground
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| Filled the mouth with soil to grow and become stronger
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| Not harder, dewdrops make you a little wetter
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| Happiness does not lie in the harder ones
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| Small green leaves begin to grow
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| Pushes out of the asphalt
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| Playing them so I get enchanted
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| Should not be able to get up
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| Among all the heavy stones
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| Light stems turn into dark green branches
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| The body of a mother gives birth to life (Gives life)
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| Signs of my drum three worlds
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| The sun shows time
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| Rest in peace
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| When you leave one world for another
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| I'll meet you in the next step
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| Down in the water
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| Virijharje swings asleep, numbing
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| And I need it
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| Westerly winds are forgiving
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| Keeping me in the right direction, lead me away from spectators
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| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| Hard to spell what I mean but still trying
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| (Still trying)
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| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| Not going to wait for me to say sorry (Say sorry)
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| Light a fire on the ground, burn
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| Skips barbed wire, has time
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| Not over so I stumble again
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| River tore my clothes again
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| Takes me up and starts again
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| Does not matter, the body is worn
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| Buds rupture, cracks into leather
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| Horns turn into marrow bones, I'm weathered
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| Lean close, promise
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| The bear is resting, let her sleep
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| Heavy new blood can flow
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| Live, play, learn, life gives birth to new, becomes young
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| Big cities are getting high
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| Goes over asphalt, bleeds
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| Salt quicksand, blue turns to red
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| Green wave future, three leaves turn into four-leaf clover
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| Small places are judged, land becomes ashes
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| Smoke turns into steaming hearts
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| Save is forgotten
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| Lonely children, hollow, hidden
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| Come all children, I catch you
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| Hope gives birth to embers, delivers more
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| Stop, the whole content shuts down
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| Discover how crowded life becomes real
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| Green leaves turn yellow
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| No filter, gets ugly
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| The screen is black, very quiet
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| As night approaches
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| Calm down, hear your laughter
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| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| Hard to spell what I mean but still trying
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| (Still trying)
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| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| Not going to wait for me to say sorry (Say sorry)
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| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| Hard to spell what I mean but still trying
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| (Still trying)
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| Sorry if I sound too deep
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| But I'm looking for some light here
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| Looking until it lights up (Brightens)
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| Not going to wait for me to say sorry (Say sorry) |