| Fish don’t care for a quiet sea
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| The trees won’t hear the lightening sky
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| Bo died right from living thin
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| We’ll throw our gold where water’s wide
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| When the world blows love in between the words
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| Hell, beneath your tongue they sound strange
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| When we listen there’s a heartbeat singing 'bout the need for leaves
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| When within the wind and change
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| Nameless days and a memory like stone
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| Snow folk coming and a warm walking home
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| Bright lights and goodbyes
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| Bright lights and goodbyes
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| Bright lights and goodbyes
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| Bright lights and goodbyes
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| When we listen there’s a rain folk calling us ground for green
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| Ways beyond the waves like heart stars
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| We can hear fear like fire in the river blood
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| Hands for pulling through
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| I’ll pull you hard |