| It’s the first day of spring
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| And my life is starting over again
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| Where the trees grow, the river flows
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| And its water will wash away my sins
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| For I do believe that everyone
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| Has one chance to fuck up their lives
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| Like a cut down tree, I will rise again
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| And I’ll be bigger and stronger than ever before
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| If I’m still here hoping that one day you may come back
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| If I’m still here hoping that one day you may come back
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| There’s a hope in every new seed
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| And every flower that grows upon the earth
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| And though I love you, and you know that
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| Well I no longer know what that’s worth
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| But I’ll come back to you
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| In a year or so
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| And rebuild, ready to become
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| The person you believed in
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| The person that you used to love
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| For I’m still here hoping that one day you may come back
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| For I’m still here hoping that one day you may come back |