| As we gather round the table
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| To say a prayer for those we love
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| All the words that will spoken
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| They will never be enough
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| To encompass all the feelings
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| That our brittle hearts can bear
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| All the storms that rage inside us
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| Fill our organs up with air
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| And the sound it makes
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| Is an honest song
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| Our hearts sing an honest song
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| All the time spend catching raindrops
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| All the time we spent in bed
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| All the hours we have wasted
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| We will never see again
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| So be good with what your given
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| For its all you have to give
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| We are only passing shadows
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| In a might wind
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| And the sound it makes
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| Is an honest song
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| Our hearts sing an honest song
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| So tho I tremble in the darkness
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| In the cold and freezing snow
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| I am grateful for winter
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| Because the winter comes to show
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| That our troubles never over
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| And our work is never done
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| But with the turning of the season
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| We will always see the sun
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| And the sound it makes
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| Is an honest song
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| Our hearts sing an honest song
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| May our hearts sing an honest song |