| The father shares the harvest
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| The grain becomes the gold
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| The winter could not starve us
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| This soil survives the cold
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| And I turn away
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| Reject despair
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| These songs we play
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| Heal and repair
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| Bring me comfort bring me home
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| Close my eyes and melt away
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| Paint the colours in my soul
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| Vivid are these melodies we play
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| I’ll always need this noise
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| I’ll always need this noise
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| In the spaces all around me
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| There are no signs
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| The sounds they shift the boundaries
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| A bittersweet design
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| And I nurse the purge
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| My remedy
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| Embrace the urge
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| The noise in me
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| Bring me comfort bring me home
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| Close my eyes and melt away
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| Paint the colours in my soul
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| Vivid are these melodies we play
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| I’ll always need this noise
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| I’ll always need this noise
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| Oh…
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| Heal my heavy heart
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| Oh…
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| Heal my heavy heart
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| Bring me comfort bring me home
|
| Close my eyes and melt away
|
| Paint the colours in my soul
|
| Vivid are these melodies we play
|
| I’ll always need this noise
|
| I’ll always need this noise
|
| Oh…
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| Heal my heavy heart
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| Oh…
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| Heal my heavy heart |