| It’s a feelin' you ain’t had since your school days
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| One that blows off dusty memories
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| And the one voice of the faded and forgotten
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| Is screamin' like an eagle through the trees
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| It sings to you a song that you remember
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| It whispers like the softly fallen snow
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| On a Pennsylvania farm in late December
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| Is there somewhere like that left where we could go?
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| We could go and start again
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| We could go and start again
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| Shine some light on the shadows of our sins
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| We could go and start again
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| When the devil tries to drag you through the darkness
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| And the self hate rakes you through the burning coals
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| Take my hand and we will stand together
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| We’ll ride another cycle of our souls
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| Of our souls, on our way
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| Of our souls, on our way
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| Trade tomorrow for another yesterday
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| Of our souls, on our way
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| The day that peace will come won’t be mistaken
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| It’ll sing a song that everyone will know
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| And the holy train that leaves this worldly station
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| Will take us anywhere we wanna go
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| We could go and start again
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| We could go and start again
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| Shine some light on the shadows of our sins
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| We could go and start again |