| In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
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| I found a flower at my feet,
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| Bending there in my direction,
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| I wrapped a hand around its stem,
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| I pulled until the roots gave in,
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| Finding now what I"ve been missing,
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| But I know…
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| So I tell myself, I tell myself it"s wrong.
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| There"s a point we pass from which we can"t return.
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| I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
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| All because of you,
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| I haven"t slept in so long.
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| When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
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| Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
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| I"ll follow your voice,
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| All you have to do is shout it out.
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| Inside my hands these petals brown,
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| Dried up, falling to the ground
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| But it was already too late now.
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| I push my fingers through the earth,
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| Return this flower to the dirt,
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| So it can live.
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| I walk away now.
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| But I know…
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| Not a day goes by that I don"t feel it"s burn.
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| There"s a point we pass from which we can"t return.
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| I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
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| All because of you,
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| I haven"t slept in so long,
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| When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
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| Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
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| I"ll follow your voice,
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| All you
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| have to do is shout it out.
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| All because of you…
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| All because of you…
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| All because of you,
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| I haven"t slept in so long.
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| When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
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| Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
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| Inside these arms of yours.
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| All because of you,
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| I believe in angels.
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| Not the kind with wings,
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| No, not the kind with halos,
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| The kind that bring you home,
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| When home becomes a strange place.
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| I"ll follow your voice,
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| All you have to do is shout it out. |