| My steps are soft and slow
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| Yet also they are strong
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| They leave the past behind
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| They right where they’ve been wrong
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| My hands are stained
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| Yet they will learn to break these chains
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| Heal the heart that bleeds
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| Fight until they’re free
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| Even the mountains crumble
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| Even the seas will dry
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| Can you hear the thunder in the valley
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| Can you hear the whisper in the leaves
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| Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds
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| Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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| Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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| I’m nearly breaking
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| From this dream in which I range
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| I have got a chance
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| I have got to change
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| My hope in reality
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| Comes flowing from my dreams
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| Those who can’t chase clay
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| You’ll know what I mean
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| Listen the wheels are turning
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| Where are these rockets burning
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| Can you hear the thunder in the valley
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| Can you hear the whisper in the leaves
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| Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds
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| Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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| Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls |