| Holy something in the wind
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| In my dreams I’ve seen your face
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| Brave as brave has ever known
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| I watched your soul out the window
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| You asked for my hand, I gave you mine
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| For the last time
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| You looked in my soul, you said it’s time
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| You’ll be just fine
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| I’ve seen holy smoke out the window
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| You’ll rise up through the shadows with a new glow
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| Farewell my friend, it’s over now
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| Be well, my friend, yeah
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| Sometimes, my father’s looking up
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| How he yearns to hear your voice
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| If there’s a god, how could he mold
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| A life so cruel, yet so bold?
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| You asked for my hand, I gave you mine
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| For the last time
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| You looked in my soul, you said it’s time
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| You’ll be just fine
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| I’ve seen holy smoke out the window
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| You’ll rise up through the shadows with a new glow
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| Farewell my friend, it’s over now
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| Be well, my friend
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| Oh-oh, oh
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| Yeah-yeah
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| Oh-oh, oh
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| Yeah-yeah
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| I’ve seen holy smoke out the window
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| You’ll rise up through the shadows with a new glow
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| Farewell my friend, it’s over now
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| Be well, my friend |