| My son you’re old now
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| You’ve left your mark upon this land
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| You’ve pushed it hard
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| Because you can look to your children
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| You’ve said four words that we won’t speak
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| For they don’t share in our disease
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| We’ve made our vows
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| We’ve played you wrong
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| Is there a sound that it makes
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| 'Cause I couldn’t hear how hearts break
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| We trusted few
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| And watched them fall
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| We closed our eyes
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| And we fly into the wide open arms of the light
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| For some it’s so clear
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| They know the people at their feet
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| We’ll trust the mouse that talks so sweetly in all of Iceland
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| To see the blood upon our hands
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| We couldn’t help but understand
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| We’ve made our vows
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| We’ve played you wrong
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| Is there a sound that it makes
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| 'Cause I couldn’t hear how hearts break
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| We trusted few
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| And watched them fall
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| We closed our eyes
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| And we fly into the wide open arms of the light
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| They never told us why
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| There’s people still missing in our minds
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| There’s people still missing in our minds
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| There’s people still missing in our minds
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| Our lives are fading things
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| Hey brother, are you out there?
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| My hope’s alive within
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| Hey brother, are you out there?
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| Our lives are fading things
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| Hey brother, are you out there?
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| My hope’s alive within
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| Hey brother, are you out there?
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| Our lives are fading things
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| Hey brother, are you out there?
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| My hope’s alive within
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| Hey brother, are you out there?
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| Our lives are fading things |