| Whoah who knows how it goes
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| How long have I gone without drinking?
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| Wood can burn and wheels will turn
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| And words won’t say what i’m thinking
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| The grasses sway turnin' to hay
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| Now look at the harvest we’re sowin'
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| With plenty more pain to come around again
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| Where green fields of love could be growing
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| Don’t' you know where we’re going is not where we’ve been
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| I believe it’s the high road we’re taking
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| And you’ve chosen exactly the place to begin
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| Cause the changes have been your own makin'
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| Oh
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| Moving on singing my song
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| Gotta leave all the sad times behind me
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| When we find our peace of mind
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| It won’t take you too long to find me
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| Oh yes
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| Whoah who knows how it goes
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| How long have we gone without drinking?
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| Wood can burn and wheels will turn
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| But words won’t say what we’re thinking |