| And after the storm,
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| I run and run as the rains come
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| And I look up, I look up,
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| on my knees and out of luck,
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| I look up.
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| Night has always pushed up day
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| You must know life to see decay
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| But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
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| Not this mind and not this heart,
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| I won’t rot.
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| And I took you by the hand
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| And we stood tall,
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| And remembered our own land,
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| What we lived for.
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| And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
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| And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
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| Get over your hill and see what you find there,
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| With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
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| And now I cling to what I knew
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| I saw exactly what was true
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| But oh no more.
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| That’s why I hold,
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| That’s why I hold with all I have.
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| That’s why I hold.
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| I will die alone and be left there.
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| Well I guess I’ll just go home,
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| Oh God knows where.
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| Because death is just so full and mine so small.
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| Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.
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| And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
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| And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
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| Get over your hill and see what you find there,
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| With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
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| And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
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| And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
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| Get over your hill and see what you find there,
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| With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. |